I was asked to write a little
something about my spiritual beliefs. I think the best way to accomplish that is to take a look back at how I
got to the place I am in, the spiritual journey that is my life and then
attempt to roughly define it.
I was raised in a primarily Irish Catholic
neighborhood. I really didn’t
understand that there were any other religions other than Catholicism. We were not permitted to spend time
with “Protestants” and were cautioned about contact with others who didn’t
participate in the one true religion.
I was in high school before I really found out that “Protestants” were
fun and didn’t seem to have horns and a tail.
I went to Catholic Elementary school and can still recite
many of the questions presented by the Baltimore Catechism. Who Is God? God is the Supreme Being who made all things. What is our life’s purpose? To know, love and serve God in this
world and to be with Him in the next.
Who are the Twelve Apostles?
Peter, Andrew, James, John, Phillip, Bartholomew, Matthew, Thomas, James
the Lesser, Simon, Jude and Judas.
I pulled those answers readily from my mind, like I learned them
yesterday. In the words of the
German Philosopher Niche, “ teach their minds hate until they are seven years old and somewhere deep in
their hearts they will always be Nazis”. A Catholic education does primarily the same thing. I deviated from parochial education for
one semester in High School where the social demands became a problem as I was
too shy to mingle and too angry to put up with corporal punishment. So I became engaged in an altercation
with a teacher and was sent back to my comfort (?) zone, Father Baker’s where an angry,
impressionable young man could learn valuable lessons like assault, burglary,
bullying and reverence for the almighty Franciscans who could beat a young man
into seeming surrender until he got out of school and took his rightful place
as a curse on society.
I floundered for years with, little or no respect for law
and authority. Circumstance, and
an angry judge, convinced me to at least try to look like a respectable citizen
in my 27th year, having been arrested more than 30 times for violent
behavior and just being a nuisance. After a short period of time I began to really try to be a good
citizen. I couldn’t stand being
good, but hated the consequences of bad behavior. I sought counseling from a priest that helped me see that my
biggest problem was a dislike of God, whom I perceived had failed me. I then began a journey of discovery in
my 32nd year.
I returned to the religion of my youth, becoming a daily
communicant with the buttons on his shirt so strained from self righteousness
that I feared they would pop. It
was in church on Easter Sunday that I really discovered that I did not believe
in the core concepts of that religion and began to seek a new experience. I tried it all. I’ve been dunked for salvation so many
times that I have an anti-dunking campaign I am heading up. I have studied Mysticism, Metaphysics,
A Course In Miracles, Christian Science, Universalism, Yoism, Judaism and so
many others and found all of them lacking. I had the opportunity to go to college late in life and
found my God amongst the many scientists, philosophers and theologians I had
the privilege of learning from.
It began with a need for a philosophy course to meet the
minimum electives. I studied the
Bible from a strictly historical perspective, not on whether it was right or
wrong. My world was rocked by the discovery that all those things I held as the
word of God were historically inaccurate and basically motivated by influence
of men to limit or encourage certain behaviors. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
did NOT write the documents ascribed to them. They were dead hundreds of years
before those accounts were written, most likely by followers of their
teachings. The “historical” reports were strongly influenced by events in and
around the Holy Lands. Who was warring with whom, who had the greatest presence
in Jerusalem at the time; these were the context in which those accounts were
written. I was truly lost but the
professor, a “Protestant”, told me
I was having a wonderful restructuring of my foundational beliefs and that I
should just enjoy it and let the new foundation settle. I next began reading
Emmett Fox regularly and the scientific approach appealed to me. Physics proved
to me the undeniable truth that there is life after death. The first law of
thermonuclear dynamics is that “Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, it
can only be altered.” Tell me then
just what happens to the energy that drives this living luggage I call a body
when the energy (spirit) leaves. If it can only be altered, where then does it
go? I believe into the ethers that
surround us all the time. I studied the Big Bang Theory in astronomy under a
passionate and respected astronomer. The beauty of the science of this kind of
creation certainly must have a Cause. She proposed that if there was a big bang
then something had to initiate the power that resulted in the ever-expanding
universe. She asked “Who then lit
the fuse?” In the words of Albert Einstein, “I want to know God’s
thoughts…..the rest are just details.”
The closest philosophy to my personal “Religion” is
Christian Science. Emmett Fox’s interpretation of the “Lord’s Prayer” from the
Sermon on the Mount is the basis of my belief. The first two words of the prayer, “Our Father”, tells me
everything I need to know about my relationship with God and my relationship
with all peoples in the world.
In my personal opinion, to accurately describe God in words is a futile
effort at best. To practice the presence of God is a more worthy expression. To
love another more than yourself, to behold the beauty of a sunset or a starlit
night, to watch young parents doting over their newborn, to see older lovers
still holding hands, to witness giving without expectation of reward, to weep at injustice and brutality, to
greet an enemy with kindness and compassion are the things that are truly
expressions of God. Not much doctrine in my religion, just a desire to be the
best person I can possibly be is my heartfelt desire.
Shawn Coady is a social commentator and writer with a focus on spirituality. He resides in Buffalo, New York with his cat Top Cat.
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