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I decided to read the region section of the New York Times online yesterday between patrons at the library and encountered a delightful article about faith. The writer in question was raised Roman Catholic, and is raising her children in the same faith, but is far more convoluted in her own religious beliefs than strict dogma allows. The intersection of her faith in her own life and in the legacy she presents to her children is charmingly written, so I thought it worth passing along.
And now, a teaser!
Imagine if you will a small ball-room, modest in its construction, but with doors that open onto delightful gardens, letting in what breeze might be had in the muggy summer months. Partners dance to a fiddle, as has become popular in recent days, listening for the steps to be called as their fingers lightly brush those of their partner. Women and men all wear white wigs, ridiculous in the heat, and some have powdered their faces to a paler shade, in which can be seen the path of sweat droplets from the exertion of the dancing. Along one side, older men chat, discussing business and smoking cigars. Just beyond the open doors, young people gather to flirt, still inside the view of their chaperones, but at the edge of that vision, giving some semblance of independence.
It was that scene precisely that I stumbled into, after finishing a dance with my cousin Abigail's husband, who had been kind enough to be sure I wasn't standing alone. The evening was far too warm to stay inside, and there was conversation to be had on the patio.
And now, a teaser!
Imagine if you will a small ball-room, modest in its construction, but with doors that open onto delightful gardens, letting in what breeze might be had in the muggy summer months. Partners dance to a fiddle, as has become popular in recent days, listening for the steps to be called as their fingers lightly brush those of their partner. Women and men all wear white wigs, ridiculous in the heat, and some have powdered their faces to a paler shade, in which can be seen the path of sweat droplets from the exertion of the dancing. Along one side, older men chat, discussing business and smoking cigars. Just beyond the open doors, young people gather to flirt, still inside the view of their chaperones, but at the edge of that vision, giving some semblance of independence.
It was that scene precisely that I stumbled into, after finishing a dance with my cousin Abigail's husband, who had been kind enough to be sure I wasn't standing alone. The evening was far too warm to stay inside, and there was conversation to be had on the patio.
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Date: 2008-11-26 02:01 am (UTC)The unspoken truth here is that the Catholic Church as an ideais larger than the Roman Catholic Church as an institution, and the RCC is far more tolerant than people think of the "odd bits in the junk drawer" like me who reject the Filioque and both the Calvinist and Arminian views of God. (I embrace the only view that remains when those two are scratched off the list, though when I say it out loud, even people who implicitly embrace it look at me funny.)
Catholic culture is very compelling, and I have an intuition that many of the Catholic faithful are "faithful" in a sense that makes the Roman Catholic Powers uneasy: They are crafting a personal Catholic faith for themselves that resonates with their experience of a benevolent God, and simply waiting for the institutional Church to catch up. It's a long, slow process, but ultimately one that the faithful will win.
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Date: 2008-11-26 07:08 pm (UTC)I love this idea--both here and in other places I've seen you mention it. I think there's always been some divide between "religion" and "faith," and the way that you depict it--that the idea is larger than the institution--makes it feel less like there's a conflict of interests and more like there's the possibility of evolution, of change into something bigger and brighter that better reflects the relationship of the people to God. It's a remarkably hopeful notion (especially in the presence of the number of atheistic bestsellers in the publishing marketplace in the past few years...).
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Date: 2008-11-26 06:54 am (UTC)I loved your description of the ballroom and how your own experience made clear for you what that scene from an earlier era must have been like.
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Date: 2008-11-26 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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