That old time religion

For some reason, my friends have been talking to me about God lately.  One, in talking about some writing she’s doing, said she wanted to capture the “baggage of God” in her work.  Another has been thinking about the odd path he’s taken in belief, sometimes seeing God vanish entirely while the need to worship, to be a part of a communion, growing no weaker and if anything being more of a support to him as he gets older.  My ex-wife and I had a brief but powerful conversation about how or whether to introduce concepts of the divine to our son – we’re both technically in violation of our pre-marriage pledge to raise him in the Church, but that isn’t really a motivation, it’s just that we’re wondering what it is we should do or shouldn’t do.  Also her parents have asked if I’ve accepted Christ as my savior and groveled for forgiveness for leaving her; again, not a motivation, but part of the dialogue.  Reading lately has brought me back to Max Weber’s sociology of religion, and the Charles Taylor work is dissecting the path way from religion as source of morality and meaning to its redefinition in personalized pathways instead of state-like institutions or outright rejection in the modernist era.  And of course I’m couch surfing at my parents’ house, former clerics both, with my father’s best friend from the monastery coming for a visit next month.

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Holly, Ontario

(with apologies to Said the Whale)

The sky is filled with high clouds, some white, some grey, some gold as the sun edges behind them toward the west.  The wind pushes the water west to east, on the inner arm of an inner arm of an inner arm of a bay of Lake Ontario.  Willow trees line the shore, stalks of old celery with less water and more time making them stretch towards the sky, the brown green fuzz of spring buds anointing their furthest limbs.  Across the water the birch trees are still bare.  The trees on the south shore get the spring light last; their leaves will take a few more weeks to appear.  Yesterday was bright blue sky, no clouds, but the wind was stronger from the north.  Today is warm and kind, the wind from the west, the sun a little harder to make out.

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