I just came back from a Good Friday service at my parent's church. The first time I've been to one of those in........I can't even remember.
It's amazing, the power of organized religion. Just incredible - Canada fancies herself as a shining beacon of democracy and freedom, and yet, religion teaches you to prostrate yourself emotionally and spiritually in front of an entity that you can't see, hear, or feel, all in the name of faith. The central thesis of it all is to just have faith. Of course, with a healthy dose of lecturing telling you that you're not worthy and you're a sinner. Just have faith, and trust blindly in what the church tells you to believe in. Ahh, the power of organized religion!
I'm not railing against spiritual people. But you have to wonder - after seeing the pastor do his sermon - that he's no different than any other public speaker, or tele-marketer, or self-help guru. You need a presence, a charisma, and a way with words to be a successful pastor. How else are you going to sell an ideal to someone, if you can't articulate yourself clearly?
Understandably, spiritually true people may not be great orators. But are all great speakers spiritually true?
No disrespect to friends who do believe. I just have an issue with this guilt that they force on you when you attend a sermon. It's a form of masochism, minus the braided leather whips. Emotional, spiritual masochism. I have to confess my sins? Are you serious? So I have to actually sit there, and think about all the bad shit I've done?
You can't even think bad thoughts, because that counts as a sin too. So where do I begin? Let's see....I totally thought inappropriate thoughts about that chick at the gym. Is it that bad if I pictured her naked? Oops. Sorry. Umm........whenever there's good wine, I drink to excess? I think too highly of myself? Should I keep going? I have a problem with recounting all the decidedly bad things I've done, because I don't think I'm a bad person.
In any case, it's a good community. I respect that people believe in religion, and can find peace in it.
My spirituality and truth? I see it in a glass of Mosel riesling, in barrel samples of Niagara pinot noir, in classified Bordeaux. It's an idea that something greater than what we can comprehend has contributed to what I experience in the glass - that's my spirituality.