Where No Meaning Can Be Found
It is often said critically of religion that it seeks to impose meaning on meaninglessness, that it is a sort of anxiety reduction strategy in the face of the general randomness of things. This is not the religion I know. What I see in church is a place that is remarkably accommodating to confusion and doubt. A place where people bring their not knowing what to do. They sit and light a candle or say a prayer, not fully understanding what this really means or expecting some instrumental purpose. “I don’t believe in organised religion,” people often say. That makes me laugh. All religion is intrinsically disorganised. Forever perched over chaos.
Giles Fraser, hat tip: The Guardian
Brilliant Jeff. I’m in love with your thoughts that you’ve written. You have an incredibly insightful and thoughtful written word. I’m very much encouraged and challenged in what you’ve posted thus far. Thanks for your contemplating so others can be part.
Thank you, Kimberly. Fun to hang out with you here!
Brilliant stuff. Part of what irks me about religion is the pervasive absolute certainty which characterizes so much of religious thought. I don’t think Jesus, the very Son of God, was as certain as some of my brothers and sisters. Faith is a blessed mystery.