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Re-Catholicizing Jesus

In Religion & Spirituality on March 16, 2012 at 8:51 pm

Jesus of Nazareth, the Christ (“Anointed One”), is perhaps the most recognized figure in the world today. There is hardly anywhere in the world one could go where the name of Jesus, some depiction of him or the story of his life, can’t be found. Indeed, the life of Jesus is an extraordinary one, and the story of this pauper and spiritual master still resonates deeply with millions of paupers crucified daily by man-made plight, heavy burdened with the weight of the world, longing for spiritual resurrection.

Still, while certain distinct depictions and stories of Jesus the Christ are easily recognizable for Western Christians anywhere they go in the world, the figure of Christ is often overlooked and even scorned and crucified all over again by arrogant Westerners who can’t see Christ when they find her, those who can’t see the face of God when it looks very different from what they expected.

Of course, just like those who crucified Jesus of Nazareth some 2,000 years ago.

The religion of Jesus, one could say, was more than Judaism – his religion was the catholic religion. No, not the “Roman Catholic” religion, but the universal faith; the word “catholic” means “universal.”

Religion is universal. It has been practiced everywhere in the world, in some form or other, since the dawn of humankind. Today, many of us recognize that the world’s major religions, while differing on very specific (and spiritually irrelevant) points of contention, emphasize certain core values, values shared by humans throughout the world. This heart of religion, the essential goodness the vast majority of us recognize and expect from others wherever we may be from, whatever the color of our skin, whatever our gender or sexuality, this heart of religion is what we can truly call the “catholic” faith, the universal faith.

Jesus preached the universal faith. While many other Jews of his time concerned themselves with the proscriptions of scripture and religious taboos, with temple ritualism and apocalyptic expectations of supernatural intervention by God, Jesus the carpenter called for a return to simpler religion.

Jesus, while he was called Master and teacher by his followers, issued but two commandments: “Love the lord thy God with all thy heart”, that was his first commandment. Love the Supreme Goodness itself with all your heart. “And the second commandment is like unto it,” he said. “Love thy neighbour as thyself.”

And that was it.

That was the sum total of Jesus’ message. The heart of Jesus’ message had nothing to do with professing a trinitarian belief in God, but Christianity has, over the centuries, increasingly placed an undue emphasis on the concept of God in three “persons”, as “Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.” We hear nothing of this from Jesus. We also hear nothing of a papacy from Jesus, or of establishing a church that can infallibly declare dogmas of faith, or of scripture being infallible (in fact, nowhere in the Bible do we find any claim that its various books are in any way, shape, or form perfect or infallible). He doesn’t even tell us to go to church on Sundays. He says to love God, and love your neighbor. He says of those who are different, “love your enemies” and “he that is not against us, is for us.”

He that is not against us, is for us! How exceedingly different from the mentality of today’s self-professed Christians-par-excellence for whom anyone not with them must be against them. That seems to be the mentality of a great majority of “Christendom”, for whom different means wrong, for whom outsiders are evildoers in need of reform. How very Pharisaic.

They do not see Jesus in the slums, his black skin covered in dirt, sweating profusely under the sweltering heat of oppression.

They do not see Jesus in the Buddha, sitting in silent meditation, heart throbbing with compassion, transforming lives and granting peace to those who did not have it before.

They do not see Jesus in the atheist who comforts a grieving widow after she has lost her husband to the wickedness of war, who himself grieves for the soldier who served with him in the foxhole.

They do not see the face of Jesus in the faces of millions of saintly Hindus, Buddhists, Jews, Muslims, Jains, Sikhs, Unitarians and many others who daily strive to love God, Goodness itself, and neighbor, with all their hearts and minds.

Many praise his venerable name with their tongues, but betray him with their hearts and actions. They claim a self-righteous infallibility in his name, perform false miracles in his name, take money from the poor through unreasonable religious demands to maintain their own lavish lifestyles, in his name, defend rich thieves, exploitative politicians and businessmen and the powers-that-be in his name, and exacerbate human warfare and violent tendencies in his name, in the name of the Prince of Peace, lover of the poor, accuser of the rich, enemy of the priests of the temple. Of these, what does he say through the scriptures? “Many will say to me in that day: Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name, and cast out devils in thy name, and done many miracles in thy name? And then I will profess unto them: I never knew you, depart from me you workers of iniquity.”

It was people such as these who crucified Jesus some 2,000 years ago, because his message, so radical, so contrary to their pseudo-values, scandalized them.

Jesus is universal. He belongs to everyone! His gospel (“good news”) is universal. It belongs to everyone! Yet both Jesus of Nazareth and the gospel he proclaimed for the nations of the world have been tribalized, particularized and entangled in the web of human pettiness. Jesus has been made Western, although he never knew of the West as we know it today. He has been made a Christian, although “Christianity” as we know it would not begin to take form until centuries after his death. He has been made the complacent friend of the rich, tolerant of the abuses of the priests of the temple, and intolerant of all those who are different, of enemies and scapegoats which seem to abound. All this quite contrary to that simple, universal gospel for which he gave his life.

Jesus’ gospel is seen in the teachings of Buddhism, a religious movement which existed long before Jesus’ birth. It is seen, also, in Hindu scripture and doctrine, Hinduism being yet another religious movement pre-dating the birth of Jesus, pre-dating Buddhism, and pre-dating almost all the world’s religious traditions. Jesus’ gospel is echoed in Islam, in the Qur’an, where God is praised as compassionate, merciful, loving and all are commanded to love neighbor as self. Jesus’ gospel is echoed in the lives of countless Jews today who practice a simple religion of love of the Divine, and love of neighbor, maintaining the very ancient traditions that Jesus himself would have partaken of, since he himself was a Jew.

The Christ, the spiritual liberator, the Anointed Messenger, is seen throughout the world. Every great prophet is a Christ. Everyone who lives her life by the two commandments which Jesus emphasized is a Christ. Buddha is a Christ. Krishna is a Christ. Countless others are Christs. Do we realize this? Do we give them their due station of veneration? Or do we allow the cruel-hearted wolves in sheep’s clothing to insult and degrade them, supposedly, in Jesus’ name?

Unitarian Universalists, being for the unity of all humankind, venerate the universal essentials of human religion, honoring Jesus of Nazareth as well as all the other prophets and Christs I have mentioned above. They claim a high station as spiritual leaders and exemplars. The love of God is revealed to us in all of them, “God” meaning what it may to each of us. How we live our lives is what matters most in religion, especially in the Unitarian religion. Jesus would expect nothing less from us!

 The world’s conception of Christ needs to be re-catholicized, since it’s lost sight of the heart of Jesus’ message. The big picture has been lost in the mess of dogma, tribalism, and empty religiosity that followed Jesus’ death. Christ has never died of course. Christ is risen! Christ is alive and well, and always has been, throughout the world, his gospel of love pulsating through the veins of Buddha, Krishna, Apollo, Athena, Venus, Martin Luther King Jr.,  Mahatma Gandhi, through many, many saints, and of course, through the memory of a Jewish rabbi and carpenter by the name of Jesus, who, in some sense, is very alive in the world of today. It is not Christ who has died, but we who lose out when we lose sight of the universality of Jesus’ message, a message he brought us so that we might “have life, and have it more abundantly.”

A popular Taize chant goes something like this: “Nothing can ever come between us and the love of God, the love of God, revealed to us in Christ Jesus…”

Let nothing come between us and the love revealed to us by so many spiritual masters throughout the world and throughout time professing the catholic faith, the universal faith, the faith of all time, the simple gospel which Jesus of Nazareth himself, one Christ among many, did so adamantly profess, even unto death. Let us return to the catholic faith, the universal faith, known by the many nations of the world throughout time. In embracing this simple faith at the heart of all religious traditions, let us have life, and let us have it more abundantly.

A Day for Lovers

In Culture, Religion & Spirituality on February 14, 2012 at 12:00 am

It is, admittedly, a bit of a struggle for me to write blog posts on the topic of Valentine’s Day, but that’s half the reason I push myself to do it. In spite of the yearly undercurrent of attempts to make Valentine’s Day into a day of friendship and niceties, I view Valentine’s Day as one day that is strictly for romance and lovers.

Why not? We have so many holidays and seasons where friendship, family, and niceties are expected of us, is it entirely unreasonable to have a day strictly for romance and lovers? There’s a special quality to romantic love. Its intensity, to begin with, is far beyond that of most other forms love. Romance isn’t a flame, it’s a roaring fire. It’s a drug of sorts, transforming the human mind and granting it the propensity to think more of another than oneself, to lose oneself entirely, to be consumed by another.

Isn’t that nirvana? Isn’t that transcendence?

I understand, of course, that some people worry about those of us who are usually single on Valentine’s Day, who don’t have a romantic other to share the day with.

Certainly I’ve been through heartbreak, loss, and romantic disappointment. I could say that I’ve loved fiercely, and passionately, but I’ve never known what it is to feel certain that someone else loves me in return. That is one grace that the gods of love have never granted me. I’ve admitted to my closest friends that of the girls I’ve slept with, never once have I slept with one who I could say truly loved me. Believe it or not, male as I may be, that disturbs me. And so, I could say, Valentine’s Day is doubly cold to me; it is not only a reminder of what I don’t have, but what I’ve lost and what might have been and what I may stubbornly believe should have been. I won’t lie: I wake up on Valentine’s Day and with a deep, deep sigh, try to muster just enough willpower to get through the day.

So again, I understand the worry on the part of those who are gracious enough to remember that not everyone is happily partnered off with someone special on Valentine’s Day.

I don’t, however, believe that calls for diluting the day’s romantic connotations. Frankly, the attempt to make the day one of friendship for those of us who seem to be missing that romantic piece of the puzzle seems rather like pity, something I find a bit more insulting than comforting. Valentine’s Day doesn’t need to be saved from being the exclusive property of lovers, it needs to be saved from callous indifference towards romance, from the diminution of the value of romance.

Romantic love deserves a day of its own. In an age where half of all marriages end in divorce, when men and women who agree to monogamous relationships betray each other’s trust with equal vigor and quite commonly, when sex is cheap and means absolutely nothing, when emotional intimacy is taboo for sexes and genders all around, we need a day to stress and re-stress the infinite importance of learning to love another at the very heights of love, at the very heights of intimacy.

Families that stay together must be built on such intimacy. Civilization itself must be built on bonds between families built on such intimacy. All of humanity is a network of families, one great family linked together by the intimate bonds established by those who in sexual intimacy produce, and then, ideally, raise children under the shelter and umbrella of the love they have developed between themselves. Learning to love another amongst those who can’t or won’t rear children of their own is every bit as valuable, love being so essential to proper society, to simply being human.

Clearly, the value of love and its sacred content hasn’t been emphasized enough, given the state of our society today. The statistics speak for themselves. The bonds of love are weak and the links are easily cut. We have days for friendship and camaraderie, and plenty of them. Any day where there’s time for happy hour is a day for that. What we desperately need is a day to rekindle the fire of romance in our civilization. Deep, abiding romance.

So, as a lonely heart on Valentine’s Day, I thank those of you who would extend the significance of Valentine’s Day to make me feel included, but I kindly decline to take you up on your offer, because the sanctity of romance is at stake.

Lovers, take this day for yourselves. Take this day to spend time with that special someone, to show them that the divine in you sees the divine in them, to thank God or sheer luck for what you have in them. Don’t be afraid to look into their eyes and see their soul, and if you see the universe or God or love itself in those eyes, don’t turn around and run away. Love that special someone, and love them fiercely. You only have one life, so kindle the best fire you can kindle, and let it burn as high as you can make it burn. Don’t hold back. Connect, reach out, and let those myriad walls you use to protect yourselves come tumbling down. Be grateful for what you have, one of the most precious gifts anyone could have, something longed for and sighed after by countless other souls. Be humble, even if for the first time in your lives; stop being afraid to submit to something greater than yourselves, to unbridled love. If you’ve held back on making that special someone feel special, stop holding back and lavish your love on them. Love is its own reward, and the more you love, the more rewarding it will feel. Celebrate your special someone like no one else has ever celebrated them.

Valentine’s Day is your day, lovers. Carpe diem.

Be Not Afraid

In Religion & Spirituality on January 23, 2012 at 1:51 pm

As I write now, my future seems unclear, even though I know what I’m doing and where I’m going. My plans have been disrupted, and I’ve had to adjust – again and again, and again. To be perfectly honest, it’s a bit scary how that happens. But I’m not afraid right now; there’s an overwhelming sense of serenity bubbling within me, in spite of everything that’s gone absolutely wrong.

That sense of serenity comes from the overwhelming and fundamental goodness I perceive in the universe, which I like to call “God”, whatever others may think of that word. God and Good are one and the same for me, and I see Good, I see God, everywhere. Even in the midst of chaos, disappointment, and hurt. It’s taken time to get to that point, where I can be grateful for what already is despite everything that’s become what I don’t want it to be. Sometimes I slip, but I’m getting a stronger foothold on that solid ground; I’m staying away from the sand, the quicksand, of caprice and ingratitude.

It’s difficult at first, believe me, but one gets used to it quickly, once one begins to get the hang of it, because the serenity such mindfulness brings is overwhelming. When it’s gone, when I disrupt it, I long for it again and I’m quick to restore a paradigm of gratitude so as to restore my peace, my serenity, my ability to see God, Good, in the world.

Normally I’m not quite so frank about my personal life, but I couldn’t care less what anyone thinks anymore: Yes, I’ve been frustrated by not being able to return to school for financial reasons, beaten down by heartaches (for which I’m partly to blame) and regrets, stressed to the point of absolute despair by the hunt for barely existent jobs, confounded by loneliness and feelings of abandonment, and have suffered disappointment after disappointment after disappointment.

Still, thank Goodness, thank God, that I’m alive, and healthy, physically and spiritually. And when I say I’m alive, mind you, that’s not to say that I’m merely living, but that I’m truly alive in the depths of my soul. Hope cannot be taken from me, since life is always full of possibilities. Faith cannot be taken from me, since my faith is invested in eternal things which cannot fail. Charity, Divine Love, cannot be taken from me since faith and hope, alive in the soul, nourish infinite charity in the heart.

I could die tomorrow, and I would thank God to my dying breath for what little I have, because what little I have is of supreme value. The best things in life are free.

So, you see, I’m not afraid. Come what may, I’ve tasted heaven on earth. I’ve seen the face of God. I’ve heard God whispering in the wind. When one has experienced such transcendence in the depths of one’s soul, it’s difficult to complain, difficult to dismiss the notion that life is, and has been, worth living.

What can come that will take away those ever-present, eternal things? Absolutely nothing. Only my own forgetfulness could mute them, and so mindfulness is my practice. Mindful of that God which was, and is, and ever shall be, I have nothing to fear from the future. I have nothing to fear from the present. I have nothing to fear from the past. I have nothing to fear.

You shall cross the barren desert, but you shall not die of thirst.
You shall wander far in safety though you do not know the way.
You shall speak your words in foreign lands and all will understand.
You shall see the face of God and live.

Be not afraid.
I go before you always.
Come follow me, and
I will give you rest

If you pass through raging waters in the sea, you shall not drown.
If you walk amid the burning flames, you shall not be harmed.
If you stand before the pow’r of hell and death is at your side, know that
I am with you through it all.

Blessed are your poor, for the kingdom shall be theirs.
Blest are you that weep and mourn, for one day you shall laugh.
And if wicked men insult and hate you all because of me, blessed, blessed are you!

Be not afraid.
I go before you always.
Come follow me, and
I will give you rest.

Be not afraid.

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