I’ve spoken often on this blog about the importance of having an open mind. Yet, I realized today that I have been hypocritical in regard to this.
I discovered this when I was writing an email to Steve Pavlina. He had an article on his blog about the loss of a friend, and after reading it, I decided to email him to see if he would link to one of my articles (especially the one on The Big Picture, an article prompted by the loss of my wife).
In writing to him, I felt compelled to confess to him that I had unsubscribed from his blog several months ago, because I thought it was “too New Agey,” and that I now felt like a hypocrite in doing so because I have always believed in being open-minded. (I re-subscribed to Steve’s blog this morning, and have read through several of his in-depth, well thought-out articles, and encourage you to do the same.)
Ever since I can remember, I have detested hypocrisy and closed minds. So I was disappointed in myself when I realized this morning that I am guilty of these sins.
In clearing the air and confessing these sins, there is another example of hypocrisy that I must confess to. It is not a blatant one, because I don’t think I have actually lied about anything. But, many of you may have assumed from my past writings, especially my Big Picture article, that I am a Christian. Well, I have been. And, I still think the Christian faith is the one that I most want to believe. In its purest form, it is focused on helping others, whereas some other belief systems, such as Buddhism, seem more to me to be focused on examining the inner self. (Although there is a strong focus on compassion and concern for all sentient life, it seems that the practice of Buddhism is more directed at self than outwardly. That is my opinion, of course, and subject to change.)
Anyway, just to set the record straight, I struggle almost every day to believe in God. The things that most cause this struggle are the amount of suffering in the world (tsunamis, hurricanes, earthquakes, cancer in children, and on and on), and my difficulty trying to believe that prayers are answered.
I am not an atheist, not a hard-core one anyway. If I had to fit myself to an existing belief system, it would probably be Deism: a God who created everything, possibly even other universes, but who does not take a personal role in the creation.
I am not happy with this situation. I was much happier when I believed in prayer and when the problem of suffering and evil did not seem so big to me. I try on an almost daily basis to get back to my “former self,” but I am not there, and do not know if I ever will be again.
Nonetheless, I felt that I had to share this. It may cause some of you to stop reading my blog. That certainly would disappoint me, but I would be even more disappointed in myself if I had not set the record straight.