My Sunday UnSermon

March 7th, 2010

So far in life, I’ve managed to order from an a la carte menu of spirituality, but it’s not all that filling. Even my mood board has a little identity crisis with its Madonnas, Fridas and Holy Elvis sharing space and reflecting my ongoing search for enlightenment. I’m a little bit hell-fire Methodist with a splash of Whiskeypalion and a dash of Buddhism  thrown in for variety. Wait, I’m also a faux follower of Kabbalah so I can get the red string bracelet and the daily Kabbalah emails, and lately I’ve been reading about mystical  Sufism because I love Hafiz and I’m fascinated by ecstatic whirling dervishes. My Methodist grandmother would spin in her grave at the thought I might start whirling, but after all her husband was a jack-leg (self-taught) preacher until he suddenly refused to set foot in church again for some mysterious reason. Maybe he woke up one day and decided it was all baloney.  I lack the discipline to give myself wholeheartedly to any of these faiths. I don’t want to go back to the cheerless church of gloomy God I grew up in, and although the Book of Common Prayer is historically interesting, I just can’t buy into the Nicene Creed (made up by a bunch of mere men). Some of my friends have personal chefs to stock their freezers with dinners or personal trainers to get them into physical shape, but I really, really need a personal trainer for my soul. Not a life coach or a purpose-driven pastor or a Freudian therapist, but a spiritual sherpa who would take me deeper into the Mysteries. I’m looking for a rigorous philos0pher with angel tendencies, and I’m shocked there is no one offering that service to my generation of starved-for-meaning Baby Boomers. In the tradition of my grandfather, maybe I should hang out my own jack-leg shingle:

Meaning of life debated here!

No answers, only questions.

Bring your doubts, fears, wildest conjectures and a bottle of  good red wine.

9 Responses to “My Sunday UnSermon”

  1. claire says:

    lovely, we’ve been dabbling in glitter around here a lot and i highly recommend giving it a go. although intended for making pictures, it spreads like wildfire and attaches to our clothes, our nails, eyes and floor. it provides much needed sparkle to our everyday grind. very spiritual. especially as i view the sparkles that make it upstairs as a bonus, rather than a mess. x

  2. Diane says:

    I adore this post! I would definitely show up for these meaning-of-life services. Go ahead and hang out that shingle. You have raised so many things to think about including, for me, the question of why we should need more than is being offered in conventional spiritual settings. Why is that? Is it something about our generation? Does the answer even matter? Sometimes I feel embarrassed by the whole “I’m-not-religious-but-I-am-spritual” bit, but it does seem to work for so many. I vacillate between wanting to let the whole thing go – trying to have a spiritual life is too tiring and often boring – and being convinced that it’s the missing piece.

  3. Yep. Pretty much been there, done that.

    I like your spin on it with the bottle of red wine.

  4. Jen says:

    Raised by a half-ass Jew who gave in and went for Christmas, and a some sort of Christian…maybe Presbytarian? Wondering how both could be right and also unimportant to my parents, I both gave up and yearned for religion. I asked to go to Catholic school. I asked for a cross necklace. I also went to Hari Krishna events with my friend Citraleka and liked it. Now, I feel fortunate that the non-choice gave me the freedom to find inspiration in the mud and the grass, but I’m torn between viewing myself as smarter and more spiritual than church goers, or left out and in the dark.

  5. nikki says:

    Ok, I’ll see about getting ordained by my friend who got his preacher certificate online!

  6. nikki says:

    I have glitter glue!

  7. Jen says:

    I’ll bet you’d be a great leader for the cause Nikki!

    I can relate to this post so well! I was tossed around a lot as a kid, living with Grandparents and occasionally my mother or father. One thing seemed to ring true through each living situation: Everyone is different. My Fathers mother was Catholic and had a bargain with my Grandfather that he could raise the Children Lutheran if she could make every other decision in their shared lives. My mother was a hippie from the 60’s and was more in tune with Naturalism as spirituality and devout to ‘the Lorax’ than any other doctrine! My father is a scientist and despite his Lutheran pledge he is more atheist than anything. My Mothers parents are Presbyterian, but when pressed my Grandfather thinks its all a lovely and gruesome myth, to which my Grandmother just rolls her eyes, makes her ‘SHEW’ sound of disapproval and says we all need to believe it all. I’ve leaned each and every way through out my life too. I’d love a spiritual adventure with Glitter glue..

    All the best, Jen

    ps- There is one thing that I definitely cling to though: One day I read a quote by Jenny Holzer that changed everything: ‘All things are delicately interconnected’. Can a single phrase be the basis for a religion? I don’t know. But I do feel like those few words are the closest thing to spiritual that I’ve every known: we are all connected.

  8. claire says:

    i will be your first congregation member.

    unfortunately glitter glue does not travel as far as glitter.

    a test – put a pile of glitter on a plate. on a 2nd plate, put some glitter glue. put 1 foot on 1 plate; and the 2nd on the other (duh….) and then go walkabout… ps maybe try this on your porch….

    x

  9. m. heart says:

    “Guru Nikki!” I like it.

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