Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The path to righteousness can take many turns...


Religion might be the touchiest subject ever.

But that’s what we’ve been wrestling with recently in one of my courses at Winthrop University.

The students in that class—88% of them Christian, 71% of them female, 56% of them black and 87% of them under the age of 26—read and discussed an article titled “Religious Diversity” that asserts, “In our complex world, we cannot affirm conscientiously one particular religious perspective and merely ignore the others.”

Furthermore, according to the article, being a Christian does not mean that you commit yourself to the view that all other religions are completely wrong.

Reminds me of Joe, an old grizzled mountain man I had a brief but memorable conversation with about 10 years ago in east Tennessee.

I can still see Joe in my mind’s eye in that rocking chair one Wednesday evening on the porch of an assisted living home where he lived out his last days.

That particular evening, he wore overalls, a clean collared shirt and a white ball cap emblazoned with bright orange “UT” letters.

Sickly and weak but in good spirits, Joe seemed to be waiting to be picked up.

“Who you waitin’ for tonight, Joe?” I asked him.

“For the church van or car,” Joe said, spitting a chew of ‘baccer.

I asked him which church he’d be visiting that evening.

“It don’t make no difference, Larry,” he responded, not missing a beat. “I’ll just hop on the first van that comes by. We’re all trying to get to the same place.”

The words “We’re all trying to get to the same place” still resonate.

Joe truly understood the notion of religious diversity or the idea that no single religion or faith is THE WAY AND THE ONLY WAY TO SALVATION OR ETERNAL LIFE.

Some people in my own family don’t quite yet buy into that notion.

“Your grandmother would be turning over in her grave if she knew you had jined the Baptists,” one of my parents counseled me when I began attending worship services at a Baptist church in Tennessee.

(And I’m quoting her correctly; she said “jined,” not “joined.”)

Well, I guess old thought patterns and traditions are hard to let go of, especially when it comes to our relationship with God. We are shaped from an early age by our parents, our friends, mentors, the media, the culture…you name it.

But that doesn’t necessarily mean, in my opinion, that one person’s truth or faith is THE ONLY PATH TO RIGHTEOUSNESS AND SUPERNATURAL GRACE.

Tell that to my elderly aunt.

This past summer, I visited a freewill Baptist church near where my parents live in Tennessee.

The service struck me as extraordinary. For one thing, people packed themselves into that sanctuary. Every pew, every seat (and then some) had someone in it. In fact, the pews were overflowing with people—so much so, that they had to cart in extra chairs, which they sat up in the aisles, for people to crowd into.

When the minister spoke, people truly seemed to be listening (and even taking notes.)

He had something to say, and he said it well.

No nodding or dozing off in that church. No doodling or clock watching.

The congregation obviously loved and respected their minister very much, and I could see why.

They guy was and is good. He has them in the palms of his hands. He’s authentic and has a gift for getting the message across so that everyone understands and appreciates it and can apply it do their daily lives.

Later, when I reported at our Sunday lunch at my parents’ home what I had experienced, and how inspired I had been by that minister and his flock, my aunt listened carefully.

Then she said this: “Well, that’s all fine and well, but there’s only one thing wrong.”

“What’s that?” I wondered.

“They’re freewillers!” she blurted.

Her mind is set and that’s just the way it is and will always be.

I suspect my beloved aunt is not alone in that respect.

However, I digress.

Here’s a summary of how students in the above-mentioned college course responded to a survey of their religious beliefs and faiths. (17 students were in class that particular day and completed the survey).

Key findings:

•77% of them said they had already had a religious initiation ceremony such as a baptism, christening, circumcision, confirmation or bar mitzvah.

•88% said that when they died, they expected to have a religious funeral or service.

•53% reported that they attend religious services once a week, while 24% said they rarely or hardly ever attend such services.

•47% said that they, as human beings, had “definitely not” developed from earlier species of animals, while 30% said that they “probably” or “definitely” developed from such species.

•94% said that there is definitely a personal God, while only 6% said there is no such thing.

•71% said that they think it’s essential to have an established church or synagogue to regularly attend or be a member of for them to be walking the right path with God.

•Only 20% reported having read the entire Bible, and almost a quarter of the class (22%) said they rarely or never read the Bible.

The survey also asked them to rank what is more important—our faith, or our actions—when it comes to living a Godly life. 63% said faith; 32% said our actions.

•41% of those responding to the survey said they believed in capital punishment, while 24% gave it a thumbs down, and 35% couldn’t make up their minds.

•Likewise, 50% of those responding to the survey believed in a woman’s right to have an abortion, while 28% said no, and 22% couldn’t make up their minds.

Draw your own conclusions on what all this means or what it says about our millennial generation of college students and what they believe in.

I know one thing.

Religion will always be a ticklish, hypersensitive subject.

Let the conversation continue.

3 comments:

carolina magic said...

A friend shared this response with me. I'm posting it here without the writer's name, but just know that it's authentic:

Dear Larry, I just pulled up your Blog and read your article on religion, which I think is wonderful: probably because I feel the same way. I was raised in a Freewill Baptist Church and they practiced footwashing. One night I was down washing this dear old sister's feet and she commenced shouting and throwing her arms (and she might have been kicking) and splashed water all over me. I think washing feet is a great tradition. It humbles abody. I believe that people in my neck of the woods were more intolerant of Catholics than any other religion. Next were Methodists, because they sprinkled. (My grandfather on one side was a devout Methodist, and grandfather on the other side drank and caroused til he was an old man, then quit his wicked ways and was almost a preacher) Some of my people were intolerant Christian Churches that believe a person has to be baptized to get into Heaven. We had this Freewill Baptist preacher, who said from the pulpit, "Honey I don't care if you are baptized til ever fish in the river knows your Social Security number, it ain't going to take you to Heaven unless you are born again!" We had a large Catholic family (of course it was large, no birth control or abortions) in our community and the mother was truly a saint. Sometimes Mama took me to a Pentecostal Church where they spoke in tongues. I look forward to seeing people of diverse faiths in Heaven and hearing some great Black Gospel music. Im of the opinion that sins of the spirit are much worse than sins of the flesh.

Norie said...

That entry brought back memories. I was raised in a Baptist church and went with my grandmothers every Sunday until I was old enough to say I didn't want to.

I fell out of love with church early because even at that age I knew there was something wrong with damning other people to hell for simply having a different religion.

I hated hearing it and my great-great-grandmother was a holy-roller who liked nothing better than to go to church and talk about how saved and Christian she was, while looking down her nose at everyone else.

I started noticing that my mother felt the same way as I did but she went to church just because it was the easiest way to make the grandmothers be quiet. I still believe in God but I stay away from organized religion.

I don't believe one faith is better than another, but I also don't voice these thoughts in front of my great-great-grandmother because this new age freewillers and tolerance is just something she couldn't grasp and I would be damned to hell before I could even explain.

Nikki said...

I'm right there with you on this whole subject. I never get into religious debates because there is no changing a religious person's mind and that's fine with me but don't question my beliefs. I used to go to church with friends occasionally and I even dated a pena costal preacher's son for a while and attended services with him. I eventually came to the conclusion that the entire "scene" of religion wasn't for me. I have yet to find a church that doesn't automatically damn someone to hell for either going against an ancient book that doesn't all apply in today's world or damning someone for following the "wrong" religion.

I believe a God exist. But I don't believe I need to go to a certain building at a certain time each week to prove that. And I believe God will help the needy. But I don't believe he will help someone who won't help themselves. I don't follow a certain denomination and I refuse to label myself as one. The important aspect is I understand and I respect the religious ways, even if I don't agree with them. I think you blog really just points out the ignorance of one person towards another. As you said, the important part is we are all looking to end up in the same exact place. So why does it matter what journey we take to get there?