A group of anti-faith folks are conducting a campaign–you may have seen the motto plastered on signs or flashing on TV: IMAGINE NO RELIGION.  When I saw this phrase, I actually thought it was a pro-religion group, asking people to imagine the loss we would feel if there were no religion.  But apparently the intent is just the opposite: they believe that the world would be a much better place without religion.

This sentiment fits perfectly the message of a number of best-selling books which have crowded the bookstores in recent years: Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion, in which he says that belief in a personal god is delusional and “when many people suffer from a delusion, it is called religion”; Sam Harris’s The End of Faith, in which he points out the remarkable insight that the Inquisition was a bad thing; and then Christopher Hitchens’ God Is Not Great, in which he disses not only St. Augustine (OK, so Augustine had a problem with sex), but also the Dalai Lama, St. Francis, and Gandhi. 

Who are these people, anyway, who write with such vigor and authority about God?  Are they theologians, who have studied for long years?  Are they philosophers?  Are they ministers or priests, who know the territory from the inside, by practice?  Actually, Dawkins is a science writer.  Hitchens is . . . a clever iconoclast.  and Sam Harris dropped out of Stanford, where he was majoring in English and 11 years later went back there to earn a B.A. in philosophy.  They are not exactly Tillichian.  They are all over-the-top angry, and they all point out the worst excesses of religion–without bothering to point out the worst excesses of science, of political ideology, and of secular leaders.  News flash: people are imperfect.  As my grandmother used to say, “All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.”  “All” would be inclusive of religious people.

But let me tell you a real story about real people.  A Methodist minister told me that a few weeks ago, a woman came to his church one Sunday, looking for help.  She was in an abusive relationship, and she was frightened, with nowhere to turn.  After the service, the minister talked with her, and got her the support she needed, from the appropriate agency.  This woman was a stranger, not a Methodist, not a church-goer at all.  Why did she choose to go to this church, then?  As she said, “My assumption was that there would be somebody there who cared.”

Yes, religion is imperfect, because human beings are imperfect.  We can take a message of love and new life from a prophet and turn it into a message of hate and death.  But that doesn’t negate the original message, nor does that negate the institutions that try to embody that message.  It doesn’t negate believers, people of faith like myself, who fail so often to do the good, and yet who, the next day, brush ourselves off and try to do better.

Imagine no religion?  Imagine not having a place to go where you can assume that somebody cares.  Imagine that.

California has just passed a ballot initiative protecting farm animals from abuse.  Is this just another one of those crazy California things that people living with unfailingly good weather come up with?  Or should the rest of the nation take heed of what surely is to come: rights for animals.

Peter Singer, professor at Princeton, was the first to bring the plight of animals to national attention.  He wrote an article for the New York Review of Books in 1972, and then published a book called Animal Liberation in 1975.  Do we have obligations to living creatures that are further down the phyla than we humans?  Singer said yes.  When I initially read his book, I thought it was way overstated.  Now I don’t think so.  I’ve been changed by Singer and his followers.  I don’t buy eggs from chicken “farms” that keep these creatures confined in cages so small that their feet curve in permanent closure around the wire.  I stopped eating veal at all, once I discovered how veal is created.

Well, just how far should I go with all of this, I ask myself.  Should I stop eating meat, for example.  Some people choose to be vegans and  do not eat any animal-produced products, such as milk or eggs.  At this point, I am neither a vegan or a vegetarian.  I love meat–though I confess that, like many others, I eat less meat all the time, and eat little red meat.

I confess something else: if I had to kill an animal in order to get its flesh for food, I would almost certainly be a vegetarian.  I hate killing anything–even ants.  I encourage them to run, when I come after them in my kitchen: “Hurry, you little rascals, you can do it!  Go back to the woods, or wherever you came from!”  I think I hate to kill creatures of any kind because I have such a reverence for life itself.  I know I can’t create a wondrous, magnificent little creature such as an ant–how dare I kill it?

Another experience has changed me–the care and protection of Molly, my cat.  Let me be clear: I do not think of Molly as “one of my family.”  She is not “my baby,” she is not the same as “my child.”  And I become very impatient with people who anthropomorphize their pets in this manner.  Losing a pet is not the same as losing a child.  Period.

But of course we pet owners become very attached to our pets, and they to us.  Animals are sentient creatures–we love them, and they simply adore us.  Unconditional love–hard to not return it.  But the larger question is–what is our responsiblity to any creature that is in our care?  Molly is an innocent creature and cannot care for herself when she is seriously ill–so I must see that she is cared for properly.  My question would come, I suppose, when the vet wants to do a procedure that costs $2,000 on a cat that is nearing the end of its life.  (Molly isn’t there yet, thank goodness.)  When is enough, enough?

One day I might become a vegetarian.  Who knows?  We are all evolving.  Some day in the far distance future, people may look back on our flesh-eating ways the same way we look back on slavery now.  They may say, “How could they have done that?”  And they may be right.

The headline in the NY Times

I recently received an anonymous letter.  Now no leader is immune to these things, and I’ve gotten a few in my day.  Generally they are nasty and often incoherent ravings which I don’t bother reading.  This one was decidedly different.  This one was a cry for help.  But since I don’t know who sent it, I can’t respond.  I know only what she has told me about herself in a 3-page letter. 

M is a person not unlike many of you reading this blog.  She says she has a good sense of humor.  She is a single woman from a middle-class, two-parent family who has worked hard to create a good life for herself.  She has struggled successfully with health problems and problems of self-esteem for the past 10 years and has learned  to cope, in her words, “without self-medicating (food/alcohol/drugs).”

M successfully bought and sold her first house, making a tidy profit.  She re-educated herself about U.S. history from the working people’s point of view and found her life’s passion as an activist. She opened the first fair-trade shop in her area and created a peace movement in her hometown.  Having previously lived in Portland for a short time, she decided to move here and dedicate herself “to creating a just and equitable society with the good people  in the City of Roses.”

But job hunting in Portland has been daunting.  After a life of successful employment, she can find nothing.  When she wrote the letter, she was less than two weeks from being kicked out of her rented room and needing to live in her van.  She needs money for food, medical care, and transportation.  She is asking herself the question, “How is it that an able-bodied person with good work skills and a positive mental and spiritual outlook . . . who comes from a solid middle-class family with loving and supportive parents be standing on an economic cliff, just waiting to be pushed off?”

Dear M–

Had you come to me for counseling, I would have given you a cup of tea.  We would have sat quietly together, and I would have listened.  I would have tried to get to know you not only by your words, but by your facial expressions, by the quality of your voice.  I would have tried to be fully present with you during our time together.  I might have said some of the following things:

I’m so sorry that you are in such a state of fear and pain.  You may feel alone in all of this, but so many people in our church and in Portland and all over the country are facing similar frightening circumstances.  You may feel alone also, because you’re new to our city–but  there are many compassionate people who care, and some of them may be found in our church.  Come to the church and visit with one of the ministers, or a lay minister.

Please do not blame yourself for the situation you’re facing–it’s all too easy for an unemployed person to think that there’s something wrong with them.  That’s just not true.  Our unemployment rate is in the double-digits in this state–and those stats don’t include all those who have given up looking for work and all those who are under-employed.  You’ve had problems with self-esteem in the past, and these same demons may reappear while you’re going through this vulnerable period.  Keep telling yourself that you are not the problem.

In your letter you say that this economic crisis is proof that the current economic model is not viable.  I couldn’t agree more.  We are trying to “bail out” a system that is corrupt and finally imploded upon itself.  We are going to have to reimagine how we want to be together as a people, and we’re going to have to create an economic model that is inclusive of the well-being of all, not just the wealthy.  With your understanding of class and your commitment to change, you will be a part of creating that new future.

As to how we got in this fix–and it is a world-wide phenomenon, of course–the short answer is “sin.”  Too many people were willing to look away from what they knew to be true, because they were being enriched by a system that had no integrity, that was bound to fail.  Government and business ane functionally interchangeable, and one might even say that the main purpose of government in this country is to protect and support big business.  Until the people say “no more!” shameful economic inequity will continue,  I hope that the bankers and money brokers and government officials who turned a blind eye to our economic disaster-in-the-making understand that real human beings like you–millions of them–are suffering terribly because of their selfishness and lack of responsibility.

The last question in your letter is “When will it end?”  I wish I could prophesy, and tell you.  But no one can, because the situation we are facing is unprecedented.  Thus far, we have been throwing old solutions at a new problem–kind of like treating AIDS with lots and lots of penicillin. 

I will tell you this–it will end, though, because human beings eventually figure stuff out.  All of us have to be a part of the new age that is coming.  In the meantime, find a community.  Know that you are not alone.  Know that you a good person.  Know that the future will open once again for you, as it has in the past.  

Bless you, my dear, wherever you are.  Though I don’t know you, know that I’m thinking of you.

Marilyn 

A new study by the American Religious Identification Survey has shown a sharp decrease in the number of people who claim to be religious.

–the number of people who call themselves Christian is at 76%, down from 86% in 1990

–30% of couples who marry do not bother to have a religious ceremony

–when asked to speciify their religion, 8.2% said “none” in 1990; in this study, 15% said “none”

So what’s the deal?  Have people given up on God?

I think people have given up on the kind of religion that they see in the media.  Almost every story about contemporary religion is about fundamentalist religion, and almost every story has to do with some scandal or some abuse of the cloth or some terrible lie or some hypocrisy–or just some nonsense that people who have gone beyond the fifth grade find difficult to respect–like God made the earth in 7 days. 

I have been to the Hall of Justice in the State of Alabama and seen in the rotunda the huge boulder inscribed with the Ten Commandments, plus quotations from our alleged “Christian” founding fathers (it has, thankfully, removed).  I have talked with the creationist who explained that her mentor has 2 large stones on which are pictured dinosaurs and humans, proving therefore that dinosaurs and humans roamed the earth at the same time.  I have seen on TV the woman who says that God brought her dead chicken back to life, through prayer and mouth-to-beak resuscitation.  I have been confounded by the Ph.D. theology professor who told me that Gandhi was in hell because “he did not accept Jesus as his Lord and Savior.”

Worse than this, I have seen my gay and lesbian church members fear for their safety because they have been told they are sinners and less than whole by fundamentalist Christians.  I have known Catholic “good old boy” church bureaucrats that have sent priest sex offenders from parish to parish, to molest other children.  I have known people crippled with guilt, running from God, because they had been told they were bad and were going to hell.  And now the latest: the Pope has denounced the use of condoms in Africa to prevent AIDS.  He added that he was bringing  “the Christian message of hope.” 

The way I read the New Testament, Jesus is all about love and tolerance, compassion and forgiveness.  How did so many Christians go so wrong?  Are they reading the same Bible I am?

Of course, there are liberal religious people–like Unitarian Universalists and many liberal Christians.  If we got a little more press, perhaps religion wouldn’t have such a bad name.  At least I would like to think so.  God is obviously a liberal–who could be more bounteous, generous, beneficent, caring, more lavish, prodigal, profuse, and charitable? 

Why are people giving up on church?  Because church has given up on them.  Churches of whatever name or theological persuasion had better get back to the core message.  It’s the shortest verse in the Bible, and it’s pretty simple: “God is love.”