The Mists of Consolation

Christianity continues to decline as a consoling, and guiding, force in modern American culture.

There is little hard data to document this trend.  (I've looked.)  Not that I have any particular axe to grind.  Far from it.

No, since childhood I've genuinely been interested in all the major faith traditions that cultures (ie people) have developed throughout time and place to make sense of their suffering.

How they developed.  What particular questions they addressed.  The varying answers crafted.  And, my most compelling interest:  The unique role artists play in crafting those answers.

Still, any comprehensive reading of history shows that when one faith tradition fades, another must spring up to take its place.

And, since I cannot help but ask thoughtful people I come across what they are doing about the problem, the general consensus appears to be...

• No longer believing in organized religion because of its hypocrisy (or, phrased more gently, the untenability of its mythology)
• Yet, not willing to give up on belief in a higher power by whatever name (God, Higher Self, Divine Power, Creator, The Universe, Chi, etc.)

Nevertheless, as we move forward, and we have no choice but, it often seems to me that we are grappling with murky mists of spirituality.  Phrased more prosaically, we struggle to precisely define just what it is that each of does believe these days.

At home, as we honestly grapple with this question, I've been noticing a pattern emerging between us.  Because of all that reading, as murky as the mists may grow, I find my mind sharpened enough to articulate with words of some precision wherever we currently stand...

So, I guess we don't believe in Hell anymore.

(later)

I suppose this means we no longer believe in Heaven.

(later still)

What are we praying for, then?  I mean, we're not reducing God to some sort of Divine Vending Machine, right?

(yet later still)

Why are we even bothering to say Grace before meals, then?

(ultimately, even if some time past)

So, we don't believe in God, then?  Or, put more precisely, we believe that humankind dreamed up a God because we find it almost crushingly difficult to navigate the vagaries of life.

...Moreover, just as I am able to articulate where we currently stand, I am also able to see far enough ahead - through the mists - the contours of where we are going.

(I guess it stands to reason.  All that reading up on how the world's faith traditions have developed had to come in handy somehow.)

Still, and this is the most whimsical part:  Even if I am able to make out where we are headed, at least in theory, it is Manya who bounds ahead with glee to that new ground.  Just about every time.  

At which point, she looks back at me and shouts, "Hurry up!"