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Finally a real post!

It’s been a busy week; I’ve had a lot of university-related business to take care of, and, much more enjoyably (for me at least), one of my closest friends just defended her dissertation. Consequently, there was much coordination and planning of festivities and chocolate cake!

I’ve been thinking about this blog quite a bit though, trying to figure out what tone to strike. I don’t have the eloquence of really great bloggers, nor do I have the wisdom and knowledge of some of the excellent Catholic bloggers out there.

On the retreat that our RCIA group made before Easter, some of us commented that we had never really known whether we were praying correctly, whatever that might mean, or that we were doing the “lectio divina” thing properly, or whatever else. One of our team leaders pointed out that “Whatever is worth doing, is worth doing badly.” In other words, just pray — just try — just do it.

Earlier on in the process, we had read together Romans 8:26-27 (“In the same way, the Spirit too comes to the aid of our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but the Spirit itself intercedes with inexpressible groanings. And the one who searches hearts knows what is the intention of the Spirit, because it intercedes for the holy ones according to God’s will.”) and talked about how relieved we were in just being able to put ourselves in God’s hands — that we didn’t need to do all the work in prayer. (This is going to sound naive to any cradle Catholics, and crazy to any non-Christians — but who knew there was so much wisdom in scripture? Growing up agnostic, and reading the Bible only for its literary or cultural significance, I never saw any of as speaking to me. Now I am bowled over whenever I read.)

So. Whatever is worth doing, is (still) worth doing badly. I will not let the perfect be the enemy of the good. I will plunge boldly forth into this blog!

I am not sure how much I would like to post about the Vigil itself, other than to say that it was wonderful, simply wonderful. Every once in a while I have a sudden feeling of certainty that my conversion isn’t simply a matter of play-acting, of going through the motions, of simply getting sucked into the music and incense, of simply responding to human-created beauty rather than the divine, of being tricked by clever theologians, of being swayed by loving, believing friends. Because certainly I have doubts. How could I not? But at the Vigil — I had no doubts. I was hit over the head with awe.

(Between being confirmed and my first Eucharist, I still had the time for a few unkind thoughts about others to flit through my head. I thought to myself — “how can I have time for these thoughts? But how regularly they come! Clearly baptism hasn’t cured me from being a hater.”)

The experience of the eucharist itself was overwhelming for such a brand new Catholic. Yup, definitely God.

For the last week, people have been greeting me with “Congratulations!” and “Welcome to the family!” It’s been nice. One very very very old Jesuit wandered down all the steps of our department to my office to find me, to wish me welcome and to give me a hand-made Easter card. I certainly do feel welcomed — I wonder what it will be like when I am no longer in an environment that is so explicitly Catholic? When Catholics are in the minority? It will be different — and different from before, when I was simply an agnostic amongst other agnostics and atheists. For now, however, it is nice to have the community around me.

I was also fortunate enough to attend a talk by Br. Guy Consolmagno, S.J., of the Vatican Observatory. He presented a wonderful slide show of pictures and stories. My favourite line from his talk was that it is “Difficult to do science when you’re looking into the microscope and going ‘Wow! … oh right, I was supposed to be getting a number out of here.” (Other favourite line: “Being a Jesuit, I’ve got a counter-example for every idea I’ve got.”)

After his talk I took out his book Brother Astronomer out of the library, and treated myself that evening by reading it cover to cover (dissertation be damned!). I heartily recommend it — he is chatty, humble, caring, and quite smart. He writes about the Galileo affair, his own vocation, his experiences in the Peace Corps, his trip to Antarctica gathering meteorites, and how the Church often shows up in the media.

What struck me as relevant to this blog is the sense of finding wonder and beauty in the universe — certainly the starry sky inspires all of us with awe (Kant of course wrote that the two things that inspired him with awe were the ’starry sky above me and the moral law within me’). For Br. Consolmagno, investigating science is another way to experience God and God’s presence. But how is it that Br. Consolmagno sees his awe as somehow divinely oriented — in the awesome workings of the cosmos he sees the same personality, sense of humour, sense of mystery (with an invitation to join the mystery), as he does in prayer — and others see it as non-divine? That ascribing any divinity to it is simply wrong-headed and misguided?

I am in the middle here, I suppose. In the midst of my previous agnosticism I had always felt that there ought to be some divinity to the starry, starry sky (my foray into Neo-Paganism had a lot to do with an excuse to reverence the Moon!) — I just couldn’t countenance, on empirical grounds, moving from ‘there ought to be a divine element here’ to ‘there is a divine element here.’ Now, however, it just seems obvious.

I ask, of myself, how I made that leap. I ask of others what their own response would be.

Happy Easter!

Hello! I’m a recently baptized and confirmed Catholic. I wanted to start this blog to record some of my thoughts and reflections on what that means. I hope you enjoy it. You can read something about me in my profile, though I hope to keep the focus of the attention away from myself and more toward playing with ideas.

This is still a work in progress, obviously. I have brought of the posts from another, personal blog I had to this one — posts which are less personal in that they don’t identify me specifically, but quite personal in that they are me trying to approach God as honestly as I can.

Picking up on my friend Ryan’s post on Christian atheism, I found the following ‘Blogthings’ quiz interesting. To the question, “You are most interested in…”, I could have happily answered either ‘Philosophy’ or ‘Serving God’s purpose’ — probably to a large extent because I see these as pretty intertwined for me. (To the question “You think God…”, I answered “is unknowable,” but that’s just good philosophy of religion, and good Aquinas)

When I answered “Philosophy”, the result was:

You are Agnostic

You’re not sure if God exists, and you don’t care.
For you, there’s no true way to figure out the divine.
You rather focus on what you can control – your own life.
And you tend to resent when others “sell” religion to you.

What’s Your Religious Philosophy?

Which isn’t true, for me, because I do care quite passionately that God exists.

So, then, when I switched just that one answer over (saying that I want to serve God), the result is this:

You are a Believer

You believe in God and your chosen religion.
Whether you’re Christian, Muslim, Jewish, or Hindu..
Your convictions are strong and unwavering.
You think your religion is the one true way, for everyone.

What’s Your Religious Philosophy?

Which is, again, not quite right at all. Yes, I believe in God, and given that I’m going to be baptized this Easter, I’m committed to becoming Catholic specifically. I can reflectively affirm the Creed. But I don’t know if I would say my convictions are strong and unwavering — rather, my prayer is “Lord, I believe; Help my unbelief!” (Mark 9:24). (See Ryan’s post, linked above, for more on doubt, or this spirited discussion on LiveJournal about the importance and nature of doubt.

Further, while I do think that my religion is true, I would qualify the statement that it’s the one true way for everyone. The Second Vatican Council acknowledged that there are a lot of obstacles between some people and the church — and includes the bad & hurtful & unthinking behaviour of some believers as among those obstacles. The Church recognizes that there can be non-believers who are, in their commitment to the good and to truth, very close to God.

And that’s Catholicism! I’m pretty sure a Hindu would be even farther from being characterized by that blurb.

Anyway. Just some thoughts. To sum up — I’m not surprised that with my answers I wavered between ‘agnostic’ and ‘believer’ — but the descriptions are lame.

Note: these are edited slightly to remove personal details.

The Goth Thing, or Theory of Wonderment

Written June 18, 2003:

The Goth Thing

Yes, I admit it. I am reprehensible on both sides. I was a goth in high school, when it was somewhat trendy (note that I was in high school in the late 1990s; note however also that I never succumbed to the Marilyn Manson fandom thang — I was somewhat “purer”, being a fan of Dead Can Dance, Cocteau Twins, Bauhaus, and Sisters of Mercy); and I “outgrew” it when I hit college and a change of city. Thus, I am neither free of the gothic taint, nor do I have the merit of being consistent throughout. I confess.

What I further want to admit is that now, as I’m technically an adult (I have moved countries, I am in graduate school, I’m paying rent and utilities and debts and my friends are marrying and having kids and divorces and so forth), I want to go back to my gothic phase. Not so much that I want to paint my face white and my eyes black and run around in velvet, but I that I long to regain the sense of mystery, of mystique, of everyday glamour that I had during that time. I would come home, light a candle, sing, and write poetry. Now, I come home, open a beer, and watch T.V. This is not progress.

So what is acceptable, and what is merely escapism? The university I attend now is fairly conservative. While I used to be an honest NeoPagan (which indeed calls for a separate essay), the philosophy I study leads me to a more agnostic position (cf. David Hume) and I feel like a poseur rather than a pagan wearing a pentacle.

I wear a large amount of black. I have black pants, black sweaters, black t-shirts, black tank-tops. My glasses are black plastic (yes, the trendy square kind). When I wear jewelry, it’s silver. I feel comfortable with these things. And yet the black that I do wear feels more like grad student wear, rather than Mystical Being of the Night. I guess this is reasonable, given that I’m far from being a Mystical Being yadda yadda. But I see people on the street who fill me with further ambition… Maybe I should wear a bit more black eye-liner, and extend the edges slightly?

I used to write a lot of short stories and a lot of poetry. I cannot write either anymore; my imagination does not tend toward those things. They were a way of living a mystical existence — I’m going to use that term, problematic as it is, to represent living somehow beyond the everyday. I’m not sure it’s authentic, in the Heideggerian sense, but it’s something beyond just “getting by”.

Any suggestions for how to regain this sense of the mystical are welcome. It’s not, I emphasize, that I’ve lost my sense of wonder — I do philosophy all the time, and I wonder plenty about that. But philosophy can sometimes be less… less transcendental (not at all in the Kantian or Husserlian sense! just in a layman sense!) than I’d like. Maybe what I need is religion? spirituality? But I can’t force myself to believe in things of which I’m skeptical. I just want a sense of extraordinariness to pervade the everyday.

Addition, August 13, 2003, 12.43 am:

Theory of Wonderment

After having reread two of my favourite books, Forests of the Heart by Charles de Lint and American Gods by Neil Gaiman, and having recently gone to a booksigning by Neil, before which I’d reread some of his Sandman graphic novels, I think I understand what I was getting at back in June. They both seem to have captured what I mean about a sense of extraordinariness in the everyday, a sense of gods, monsters, and assorted fey figures walking among us, hidden from us except for certain times, to people who are observant. One of the Sandman books, Brief Lives (the name taken from John Aubrey’s book, which is worth reading for its anecdotes of the lives of people like Hobbes and Descartes), opens with the overview of those who have lived far longer than the “normal” human life span – those who remember woolly mammoths, the last ice age, the first Atlantis, that sort of thing. Clearly they’re smart enough to stay away from scientific examination. Why not?

I don’t seriously think that there are such 10,000 year olds, but why is it more likely that there is a personal god, than that there should be fairies and djinn and people who pass among us who are not the same as we are, in some deeply magical way? Why? Why not?

Listen. I’m willing to carefully examine claims, critically and with detailed argument, when they concern something the outcome of which will affect human life and well-being. I’m not anti-scientific. I try to avoid being flaky. I just think that it’s possible that part of an honest agnosticism is also an admission that magic could be real, for the simple reason that it can’t be proven either way to be real or not real, just the same way that agnosticism involves the admission that god may or may not exist. (That’s why it’s so much more fun to take the agnostic position than the atheist one. And that’s why “Brights” are so dull.)

I don’t want a surgeon to say that she’s using magic to implant a heart, or scientists and politicians to think that the solution to the whole in the ozone layer is prayer to genies rather than implementation of Kyoto and stronger agreements and efforts. Really, it’s a difference that is no difference. There is nothing, I think, empirically different about the observed world if I admit to the possibility of magic or magical beings. But my outlook, my reaction to a moonlit night, to a moment of stillness within me, to missing keys, to hope, to despair — this changes.