Feb 17, 2013
A religion by any other name...
When it comes to religion (and as you age, you realize EVERYTHING comes to religion) I grew up in a mixed-up home...a REALLY mixed-up home.
Back in 1982, shortly before my Dad died, my Dad and I discussed religion. He described himself as a Pantheist. He told me he believed God is everywhere. From what I understand, he was raised a Protestant, and that's all I know of his religious up-bringing. I guess he had renounced his Protestant faith somewhere along the way.
My mother, who is half Chinese and half Japanese, grew up in her own mixed-up house: her Chinese mother practiced Buddhism, and her Japanese father practiced Shintoism. And then when my mother was a young teen, Catholic missionaries converted her to Catholicism. I'll bet that irked her parents.
Interestingly, mom now has beautiful images of Buddha throughout her home. They outnumber the single crucifix she has in her bedroom. In her living room, she has a simple altar, with a sitting Buddha statue, where she lights incense each day.
A couple months ago, when my mom's cancer situation looked grim, she surprises me by telling me of her funeral preferences. This was a conversation we were trying to avoid. Anyways, she wants a Catholic ceremony. I was disappointed because I was hoping she would prefer a Buddhist funeral (okay I admit it, I think a Buddhist funeral would be really cool to see).
But I digress.
My mom is a non-practicing Catholic. She does not go to church. I don't think she prays at all. So why does she want a Catholic funeral?
I don't know.
I just want her to feel assured that she will get her wishes when she dies.
So what faith am I?
When I was growing up, my parents never took me to church. As a child I was never baptized.
At age 24, I decided to join the Lutheran church. I'm comfortable with this, I think. I don't go to church. Instead, I pray at home. I talk with God and sometimes I hear Him.
What about you?