Uncomfortable Shoes
A. has a death in the family last week. So it was my responsibility to transport her to WVa for the memorial services. It was a time to be quiet, funny on-demand, and wear uncomfortable shoes. I had a bit of a head cold, and there were three crises in full bloom at the office. If you're not from the area, there was a bit of a snowstorm that started Friday. It had just started to hit its stride as we were leaving town. A. was hesitant and willing to turn-around and go home and hide, but I was determined to get us there safely. I owe a big thanks to the Ohio and WVa. DoT crews. They did a really outstanding job. I think we saw only 3-5 cars that were off of the road or spun in the wrong direction.
I attended a couple of Catholic Masses. I'd been to one Catholic wedding so it wasn't my first Communion. A. was concerned that I would have trouble grasping what was going on, what the underling meanings were, but I think I kept up. I must admit that I'm much more comfortable with WVa Catholics, than I am with Protestants in the area. I didn't feel like I'd be "found out," and baptised (or worse.)
I'm more of a freedom-of-religion kind of Atheist. It's out of respect that I don't "play along" or "pretend" to be Catholic. They knew I wasn't, but I'm quiet, respectful, and look good in a suit. But I'm not about to try to pull one over on Jesus.
The experience was good for me. It made me think those thoughts that we often try to avoid as we live our lives day to day. A person's death makes us confront the topic. When I go, I hope to have clearly figured out and written down what it means to me to be Atheist. Why I think the way I do and why I believe (yes believe) the way I do. I hope someone reads it that day and walks away not as a convert but thinking "I can see that, it's not so bad really." I also want them to know that I have no fear of their hell, and I didn't convert at the last minute to avoid the fires.
One of the Brother's (clergy, not relation) spoke of the Body of Christ (i.e. the church's congregation) lifing up the Spirit (of the departed) and that sparked an interesting conversation on the drive home. A. believes that the body and spirit are intertwined, that the spirit is a form of energy that is shaped by the body (and consequently that the same spirit would turn out to be different people if it were in a different body.) I'm not a big believer in the spirit as an energy. To me it is information. The mind is that experience in your head that makes you: you. And spirit is what's left behind when you're gone. Think of it like "the Spirit of 76" or "esprit de corps." The spirit of a loved one "lives on" when you remember them, or strive to be more like them. A home, or a special collection of objects can embody a person's spirit. Carrying on a person's mission is a way to keep their spirit alive. I get this. It fits within my belief-structure.
I attended a couple of Catholic Masses. I'd been to one Catholic wedding so it wasn't my first Communion. A. was concerned that I would have trouble grasping what was going on, what the underling meanings were, but I think I kept up. I must admit that I'm much more comfortable with WVa Catholics, than I am with Protestants in the area. I didn't feel like I'd be "found out," and baptised (or worse.)
I'm more of a freedom-of-religion kind of Atheist. It's out of respect that I don't "play along" or "pretend" to be Catholic. They knew I wasn't, but I'm quiet, respectful, and look good in a suit. But I'm not about to try to pull one over on Jesus.
The experience was good for me. It made me think those thoughts that we often try to avoid as we live our lives day to day. A person's death makes us confront the topic. When I go, I hope to have clearly figured out and written down what it means to me to be Atheist. Why I think the way I do and why I believe (yes believe) the way I do. I hope someone reads it that day and walks away not as a convert but thinking "I can see that, it's not so bad really." I also want them to know that I have no fear of their hell, and I didn't convert at the last minute to avoid the fires.
One of the Brother's (clergy, not relation) spoke of the Body of Christ (i.e. the church's congregation) lifing up the Spirit (of the departed) and that sparked an interesting conversation on the drive home. A. believes that the body and spirit are intertwined, that the spirit is a form of energy that is shaped by the body (and consequently that the same spirit would turn out to be different people if it were in a different body.) I'm not a big believer in the spirit as an energy. To me it is information. The mind is that experience in your head that makes you: you. And spirit is what's left behind when you're gone. Think of it like "the Spirit of 76" or "esprit de corps." The spirit of a loved one "lives on" when you remember them, or strive to be more like them. A home, or a special collection of objects can embody a person's spirit. Carrying on a person's mission is a way to keep their spirit alive. I get this. It fits within my belief-structure.