"The sperit's strong in me, on'y it ain't the same. I ain't so sure of a lot of things."
 
John Steinbeck--Jim Casey in The Grapes of Wrath

These days, when people ask about religion, I say I am Theravadin Episcopalian. What a long, strange trip it's been.

Fundamentalism makes no distinction between e.g. "God" and concepts of God, "scripture" and interpretations of it, "jihad" and understandings of it, etc. It is a matter of cognitive development. We all develop there, some just stay there. When turned into a political force it creates problems for pluralism or its potential within a society.

I once heard a friend and colleague speak appreciatively of his fundamentalist upbringing. "In making me appeal to the authority of text they made a scholar of me. In making me sing about it they made a musician of me."

How true in my experience. Growing up with the carrot of heaven and stick of hell also made spiritual matters important. For all the Samsonite I have had to unload, that value is still a gift.
 

Reflection/Expression

Faith

Poetry

Reality


Influences

Armstrong on fundamentalism
Dogma past from the Southern Baptists
Fowler on faith and development
Keagan on cognitive development
Kornfield, Boorstein et al on meditation
Spong on modern/relevant Christianity
Wilber on integral facets/levels of reality

 

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