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Verisimilitude
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A short history:
I’m a cradle Catholic. Up until I was about 15 years old I think I had a very strong active faith. From 15 to 20 I slowly allowed some temptations to be sampled, but by the time I was 20 I was freely indulging in nearly all the temtations that could be tasted. I “justified” it by many reasons to include biblical stories, but deep down I knew my justifications were not supported and had stopped being active in church.
I saw many that I thought were hypocrites in both secular and religious areas of my personal life and in public life. I became quite disallusioned. I love to read. I love to ask questions and challange what I believe. At 21-ish I came to a point in my life I didn’t know what to believe anymore, and if I could no longer support my own belief, why believe it? So I stopped to a large degree. I also stopped most of my teen “experimentation” activities, and put faith on a shelf and moved on with my life.
In reality I continued to read the bible my sister gave me for my confirmation (The Jerusalem Bible) when I was 15, but then I was reading it mostly for historical type stories and “simple” philosophy. But I also read many other books of a secular nature, histories, science fiction…and just doing my thing with little outward (or much inward) deference to God. I kept busy (military service) like that for for a number of years until I was about 28.
Then what was really always just under the surface, surfaced quite strong for no appearant reason- something was missing. Actually I missed God. Though I didn’t have much time for God, being busy now with a ft job and ft school at night I began a journey to rediscover Him.
With my initial knowledge and Catholic upbringing I decided to answer one question first- did God exist? It took about a year for me to once again conclude of course He did. I really tried hard to disprove Him, but I couldn’t. Not by asking for things in prayer and not getting them, but by applying those skills I learned in school and life that helped me make sound decisions in the things I read, and by talking to some very wise people.
Now I believed in God again…but which god? Initially I steared clear of any monotheistic faith. I knew I would end back up there, but to be fair to myself I had to at least explore them. I first studied American Indian spirituality, then some of the Eastern religions, and non-theist philosphies. While many had valid tenets, none were complete enough for me and did not hold that ring of Truth. In all honesty though I believe I saw God in part in all of them.
So then I turned to monotheism again. The one I knew least about I studied first: Islam. THAT was something. I struggled through the whole Koran. Man, if God is speaking here, it was hard to grasp. So I looked for an hopefully unbiased history about Muhammed (The Life and Times of Muhammed by Sir John Glubb) to help put into context the revelations he spoke in the name of God. I think it was a far and respectfull book to him, but in the end I concluded that was not God talking. Soon after that 9/11 happened. For other reason I continued to study Islam, but then re-read with a new eye Judaism and Christianity.
So I replaced my well-read, but tattered and dog eared JB with the NJB. First question: did Jesus really exist? After the many other books, Rabbis, Kabala, Gnostic gospels, CS Lewis… and having (self) asked and answered thousands of questions that all pointed to what I always knew. Fearing the lightning bolt if I walked back into a church with regualrity; a few fits and starts… I have returned to the Church just this year with the intent to stay because I can’t say I do not know the Truth.
I did my own little personal thing for Lent. I went to Mass a few times before Lent began, and on Ash Wednesday I gave my first confession in over 20 years. Then I participated in Lent with a fervent heart. Along with a few other neccessary sacrifices, I fasted 6 days out of the week- one small meal a day for every week except Holy week. That week: from 6 PM Wednesday night until about 9 AM Easter morning I ate or drank nothing, nad prayed often and sincerly. I attended mass each day, spent most of the day Friday in church. Easter was a wonderfull celebration.
Ok, I did not honestly expect an immediate change like Paul. Maybe I expected something more along the lines of Alvin York. (old movie “Sgt. York”). I have not resolved every issue or question I have, and I am still human afterall despite what I know to be true. Hopefully I have a long life yet to live.
Sorry for the long rant if anyone actually read it all. But something is still missing. I feel sad, rather than exhuberant in my knowledge. I know the answer, but feel no joy in it. What am I missing?
I’m a cradle Catholic. Up until I was about 15 years old I think I had a very strong active faith. From 15 to 20 I slowly allowed some temptations to be sampled, but by the time I was 20 I was freely indulging in nearly all the temtations that could be tasted. I “justified” it by many reasons to include biblical stories, but deep down I knew my justifications were not supported and had stopped being active in church.
I saw many that I thought were hypocrites in both secular and religious areas of my personal life and in public life. I became quite disallusioned. I love to read. I love to ask questions and challange what I believe. At 21-ish I came to a point in my life I didn’t know what to believe anymore, and if I could no longer support my own belief, why believe it? So I stopped to a large degree. I also stopped most of my teen “experimentation” activities, and put faith on a shelf and moved on with my life.
In reality I continued to read the bible my sister gave me for my confirmation (The Jerusalem Bible) when I was 15, but then I was reading it mostly for historical type stories and “simple” philosophy. But I also read many other books of a secular nature, histories, science fiction…and just doing my thing with little outward (or much inward) deference to God. I kept busy (military service) like that for for a number of years until I was about 28.
Then what was really always just under the surface, surfaced quite strong for no appearant reason- something was missing. Actually I missed God. Though I didn’t have much time for God, being busy now with a ft job and ft school at night I began a journey to rediscover Him.
With my initial knowledge and Catholic upbringing I decided to answer one question first- did God exist? It took about a year for me to once again conclude of course He did. I really tried hard to disprove Him, but I couldn’t. Not by asking for things in prayer and not getting them, but by applying those skills I learned in school and life that helped me make sound decisions in the things I read, and by talking to some very wise people.
Now I believed in God again…but which god? Initially I steared clear of any monotheistic faith. I knew I would end back up there, but to be fair to myself I had to at least explore them. I first studied American Indian spirituality, then some of the Eastern religions, and non-theist philosphies. While many had valid tenets, none were complete enough for me and did not hold that ring of Truth. In all honesty though I believe I saw God in part in all of them.
So then I turned to monotheism again. The one I knew least about I studied first: Islam. THAT was something. I struggled through the whole Koran. Man, if God is speaking here, it was hard to grasp. So I looked for an hopefully unbiased history about Muhammed (The Life and Times of Muhammed by Sir John Glubb) to help put into context the revelations he spoke in the name of God. I think it was a far and respectfull book to him, but in the end I concluded that was not God talking. Soon after that 9/11 happened. For other reason I continued to study Islam, but then re-read with a new eye Judaism and Christianity.
So I replaced my well-read, but tattered and dog eared JB with the NJB. First question: did Jesus really exist? After the many other books, Rabbis, Kabala, Gnostic gospels, CS Lewis… and having (self) asked and answered thousands of questions that all pointed to what I always knew. Fearing the lightning bolt if I walked back into a church with regualrity; a few fits and starts… I have returned to the Church just this year with the intent to stay because I can’t say I do not know the Truth.
I did my own little personal thing for Lent. I went to Mass a few times before Lent began, and on Ash Wednesday I gave my first confession in over 20 years. Then I participated in Lent with a fervent heart. Along with a few other neccessary sacrifices, I fasted 6 days out of the week- one small meal a day for every week except Holy week. That week: from 6 PM Wednesday night until about 9 AM Easter morning I ate or drank nothing, nad prayed often and sincerly. I attended mass each day, spent most of the day Friday in church. Easter was a wonderfull celebration.
Ok, I did not honestly expect an immediate change like Paul. Maybe I expected something more along the lines of Alvin York. (old movie “Sgt. York”). I have not resolved every issue or question I have, and I am still human afterall despite what I know to be true. Hopefully I have a long life yet to live.
Sorry for the long rant if anyone actually read it all. But something is still missing. I feel sad, rather than exhuberant in my knowledge. I know the answer, but feel no joy in it. What am I missing?