Gee, this is right in line with a debate going on in my head lately. I’m not religious, in the sense that I deeply believe much of anything, but I go to church regularly, partly because I want to be a “good” example for my kids, who might get a grounding in Western morality and spirituality through a religious education and be better able to form their own conclusions when they come to the questioning part of their lives. As most of the teachings of my particular church are in line with my thinking I don’t see much contradiction there.
Another reason is the girl watching, which can be a nice diversion during the slow parts. Yeah, it’s tacky and against what many churches teach, but it’s a not-particularly-destructive part of human nature. And I can always blame God for making wimmens so doggone cute.
Finally, dammit, I enjoy it. Granted, I’ve chosen a nice, liberal* church that makes going to church a nice, uplifting, and positive experience, but I also like the quiet time in touch with my spiritual side. I’d probably be just as happy at Jewish, Hindu, or Buddhist services. But I’m a full participant, which some people might find hypocritical of me, and I can’t entirely explain why.
Spiritual? Yes. A seeker of the deeper truths beneath the superficial truths, lies, and misconceptions. Tolerant of most other belief systems because there are many paths one can follow. Only intolerant toward intolerance.
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- How liberal? A couple weeks ago, in a class about theologians, the pastor ASKED some of the people what their theologies were. Not TOLD them, but ASKED them. But not TOO liberal. To be honest, I’m glad he didn’t ask me, since my theology is, um, non-standard: polytheist, even animist, when I’m not a full-blown atheist; a tendency toward Marianism, which wouldn’t sit well with even the ELCA; no conviction of the divinity of Jesus. You know, spriitual, not religious. Lutherans aren’t known for their sense of humor**, so I would have passed when asked. The Token Jew had better luck.
** - Understatement of the year. One parishoner wore a button at our Mardi Gras party*** that said “Swedes have more fun.” I was forced to say, “Than Norwegians, I suppose, but who else?”
*** - In all fairness, it was a nice, if sober****, time and the pastor wore the UGLIEST damned shoes I’d ever seen. At least, on a Swede. Lime green and white, to clash perfectly with his peach suit and Hawaiian shirt. And yes, he dressed like that special for the occasion.
**** - Raised Catholic, I’m not used to as much sobriety as I see in this church. Not forced sobriety with secret indulgence, like in Wife’s old Methodist church. Just plain, old, everything, including moderation, in moderation sobriety. People who know when to say when. They are good examples for me, and I don’t feel uncomfortable switching to cola after my first or second drink because everybody else does, too. Banquet halls with cash bars have to charge extra just to break even when we’re there.