It’s like breaking up.  It’s the lie that sits in the words, “It’s not you.  It’s me.” when you actually mean the polar opposite.  It has come to this, my spiritual indecision.  At worst it is a quicksand of uncertainty and at best my search is a construct of strength and a divining rod for wisdom.  At times it is a plague of an irresolute mind and other times it can be a clarion call for lucidity.  When I think I have found a path that seems well lain it becomes overrun as if a flooded river washed it away.  Alas, this is what is expected when one decides to manipulate the shifty alchemy of religion.

A mere 7 weeks ago I wrote this:

Again, I have found that my comfortable chair seems to sit in the Unitarian faith.  My sabbatical, if you will, has enlightened my sense of purpose and I never feel more purposeful and awake than I do while attending 1st Unitarian Church of Portland.  Their politics, their acceptance, their work for social justice, embodies the whole of Christianity as it should be while recognizing that other faiths not only exist, but enhance the concept of God and the philosophies of Jesus.  I left the Unitarian church undecided as to where my path led and in Christianity I found my path back home.  I have a more solid understanding on what I think Christianity truly embodies and it is surely put to use at its most effective at 1st Unitarian.  I return not just a Unitarian, but as a Christian Unitarian and my spirit seems revitalized.

Again, as life always holds Easter eggs for us all, things have changed.  Upon reentering the Unitarian-Universalist faith, I knew that I had a tough road ahead trying to forge a relationship between contemporary ideas of Christianity and the ultimately unspecific credo of UU-ism.  I was up for the walk, though.  After writing what I cited above, I made a decision to give thumbs up or down based on two criteria: 1) A successful foray into some manner of discussion with fellow Unitarians concerning Jesus and the resulting birth of Christianity and its effect on society today, and 2) a proven children’s religious education following the church’s stated goal of exposing the youth to UU’s Judeo-Christian heritage.  My first goal came in form of my involvement in a class on understanding the Bible.  The entire four-week course, meeting once a week for two hours, was to be based upon John Buehren’s book “Understanding the Bible” which I’d already read.  It was the perfect way to gauge whether I was correct in naming this church my spiritual home.  The next goal, concerning my daughter’s education, was a little more involved as it consisted of gleaning information out of my daughter as well as involving myself in her class at least once to get some classroom exposure.  Both, sadly enough, proved to not only fall short of my expectations, but utterly failed in content and presentation.

Without getting into specifics, which I feel may be a bit inappropriate, based on my experiment and its results I’ve decided to again shift gears spiritually.  In today’s age owned by the great leviathan of Christian conservatism, it is not only imperative to confront this monstrosity head-on, but it is required of anyone who thinks progressively.  When the enemy’s armies have amassed across the border, it is time to take up arms, so to speak, but Unitarians seem to only wield plowshares.  My personal experience with the adults at 1st Unitarian had before proven to some extent that they are not only afraid of talking about Jesus, but they are afraid of Jesus himself.  I’d hoped that this attitude had gone into hiding after the re-coronation of President Bush.  This was only again reiterated in the one session of class that I could stomach.  I’d become depressed at the idea that such a wonderful, accepting, and giving religious organization could be so indecisive and so fearful of addressing Jesus that their inability to articulate the philosophies of Jesus and not the philosophies of some of his followers is what amounts to, essentially, the waving of a white flag in the face of Christian bastardization.  By abdicating Jesus, they’ve abdicated the fight against the rising power of the all-consuming beast.  My daughter’s classes, as well, provided absolutely no ground for intelligent, insightful, and, most importantly, a balanced look into the extensive Judeo-Christian history.  Most often I was told that the class worked on some art project that had nothing to do with what was supposed to be presented.  The one Sunday that I assisted as parent helper I witnessed no discussion of Jewish or Christian tradition.  Rather, they drew animal ears and talked about listening.  I felt betrayed.  Moreover, I became saddened at the quick fall UU-ism took merely because they are afraid of talking about Jesus.

This past weekend I attended Trinity Cathedral once again.  I haven’t an idea of where I will be led now and will not make any bold statements regarding so.  Where I am is where I am and where I will be tomorrow is where I will be.  But, my desire to educate, inform, and enlighten myself will be my sword.  My perseverance, ambition, and knowledge will be my shield.  My feet will lead me forward.  My spirit will be my fire.

With this, I leave you with these lines from the Gospel of John as they were read this Sunday past.  They reveal much:

John 9:1-5

As he walked along, he saw a man blind from birth.  His disciples asked him, ‘Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?’ Jesus answered, ‘Neither this man nor his parents sinned; he was born blind so that God’s works might be revealed in him.  We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day; night is coming when no one can work.  As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.’