Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Faith and Doubt



My Grandpa, Aunt Vickie and Me, when I was about 12.
I have always been, am currently and will likely always be full of doubt and questions. Is there really a god?  Is there an afterlife?  What does it mean if there is a god? What does it mean if there isn't?  What about Jesus?  Do the answers to any of those questions change how I live my life?   Why isn't anyone else asking these questions? What is this business about "All things through Christ, who strengthens me?"  

I remember being in my dorm room my Freshman year of college.  I had just thrown up, probably for 5th or 6th or maybe 12th or 14th morning in a row, and my next door neighbor, who I didn't like very much, stuck her head in the door and asked if I were pregnant.  That prompted crying, because I was barely keeping it together.  Stress and anxiety and depression were making it impossible for me to keep my breakfast in my stomach.  Upon explaining this to my next door neighbor that I didn't even like very much, she said to me "Have you tried praying?" Well, no shit, praying you say? Why didn't I think of that?

Except I had prayed, desperately and unceasingly.  I'd only attended Christian schools from 1st grade up until that very moment in time.  In fact, at some point in that awful year, I even attended a class called "The Life and Teachings of Jesus." Of course I had been praying!  Praying didn't help. Eventually, Prozac would prove to be more powerful than prayer and it helped me get a toe hold and climb out of the pit that I was in.  

My freshman year of college at a Christian school with mandatory worship services and people I didn't like telling me I should pray to solve my problems only served to underscore what I had learned growing up.  That is, that I lacked adequate faith.  If I had enough faith I wouldn't be bothered by all these doubts and questions.  Of the 12 disciples of Jesus, three are noted trouble makers; Judas, who betrayed Jesus to the Romans; Peter, who betrayed Jesus three times and Thomas, who doubted that Jesus was the savior.  Doubting was not okay.  Faith had no room for doubt.  Even, Jesus who made the ultimate sacrifice, didn't doubt.  He asked to be removed from the situation, if it be the Father's will.  "Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done." Luke 22:42 (NIV)

Of course, Jesus was God incarnate, in human form on earth, so of course he wouldn't have doubt.  (What? How does that make sense? Even if that is true what does that have to do with eternal salvation? What if I don't accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and personal savior? What if there isn't a personal god? Do we even need a personal god?)  Thomas doubted so much he got a nickname because of it.  


" Now Thomas (also known as Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!”But he said to them, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.” A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.” Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!” Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” John 20:24-29 (NIV, italics are mine).  

See?  There is no room for doubt.  To be a person of faith required you to put aside questions and doubt.  You were just supposed to go with it, I guess.  However, I was never willing to set aside my doubts and questions just to claim a solid faith. It would have been false, the doubt would be lurking below the cheery "Yes, I believe because I have faith" and would be a lie. Lying about faith seemed worse than lacking faith, so I have just owned the doubt and questions. I figured I was doing the best I could with what I had. If what ever higher power was unhappy with that, well, I figured that I didn't want to be friends with someone who wasn't happy with my best effort anyhow. 

Today, an author I like, Anne Lamott posted on her Facebook page "every single thing I know" in honor of her upcoming birthday.  You can see the entire list here, but I was especially struck by #11.  (Just noticed there are two #11's, it is the second one, which I quote below that I am talking about, although I like the entire list) 


 "11. Faith: Paul Tillich said the opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty. If I could say one thing to our little Tea Party friends, it would be this. Fundamentalism, in all its forms, is 90% of the reason the world is so terrifying. 3% is the existence of snakes. The love of our incredible dogs and cats is the closest most of us will come, on this side of eternity, to knowing the direct love of God; although cats can be so bitter, which is not the god part: the crazy Love is. Also, "Figure it out" is not a good slogan."

My Grandpa and I when I was about 12 years old.
(it was hard for him to have serious faces when a camera was out)
"The opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty." Holy cow! Really?! I don't have any idea who this Paul Tillich guy is, but this is a paradigm shift for me.  I've been wandering in the wilderness of my mind concerned that my grandpa, who passed away in 2001, would be ashamed of me because I was so lacking in faith.  When I was around 12 years old, he told my mom that he was amazed by my understanding of spiritual matters.  With all this doubt and questioning, I figured that I had fallen far from the place I lived when I was 12.  I didn't have doubt when I was 12.  And the answers to my questions made sense when I was 12.  

What I don't have is certainty.  I don't have answers to any of my questions.  Sometimes I am not even sure I am asking questions that are even relevant.  I have a bunch of "I hopes" and "I like to thinks."  I have almost zero beliefs that I hold to so strongly that I feel the need to convince others that those beliefs are the "truth." All except one,  I do believe strongly in "working hypotheses," which I wrote about in this post.   

So, now I am handed this idea that doubt can coexist with faith.  Not only that, the idea that certainty is the opposite of faith.  That makes it seem as if doubt is part of faith.  If that is the case, I have buckets full of faith.  What I am going to do with all these buckets I have no idea, but I think a paradigm shift is enough for one day.  I'll figure out what to do with it later.  



Sunday, April 5, 2015

52 Week Creativity Challenge, Week 14- Know Something

"Know Something- Front of Library"
Taken on a Motorala Photon Q, edited in Google Chrome
By S. Clark


"Know Something- Side of Library"
Taken on a Motarola Photon Q, edited in Google Chrome
By S. Clark


If you want to know something, go to a Library!

Monday, March 30, 2015

52 Week Creativity Challenge, Week 13- Out of the Blue

"Out of the Blue" Gauche painting on an oyster (?) shell.
By S. Clark


I dabble in many different art forms and as a result, feel that I haven't really mastered a particular medium or technique.  I have very little formal training.  So, I rely on intuition and what "feels" right.  Sometimes that gets me where I want to go and sometimes I fall short of the image in my head.  

For this week's creativity challenge, I felt like painting.  I didn't have any canvases around, though.  I rarely have canvases because I don't really know what to do with them.  Usually, when I feel like painting, I paint on drawing paper or an object.  I thought I might paint a rock, like I did here.  None of the rocks felt "right" but in my hunt around the house for a suitable rock, I found this shell.   

I am pretty sure we found this on the Puget Sound when we were camping a few summers back.  It is worn smooth by waves.  I think it is an oyster shell because they were plentiful on the beach where we were investigating the tide pools.  

This shell felt "right" for my project.  The phrase "out of the blue" evoked thoughts of the ocean, which also fit painting on a shell.  I had originally thought that I would paint a sea turtle, but the shape of the shell was better suited for waves and some star fish.

This is one of those projects where I feel like the final product reflects the feelings and images in my mind.  I am always grateful when I can translate an idea into a piece of art!  


52 Week Creativity Challenge- Week 12, Eye

"Eye" taken on a Lumix Camera, edited in Google Chrome
By S. Clark
This is a needle in a small wicker sewing basket that belonged to my husband's Grandma Jones.

I knew Grandma Jones only for the last two years of her life, when she was severely disabled by a neurological disease.  She could barely speak and the last word I ever heard her say was "darling" when she first met my daughter.  Grandma Jones passed away three months after her great-granddaughter was born.  My husband was her only grandson and I like to think that she stayed with us until he had a family and she was certain he would be okay.  

I am drawn to the belongings of my husband's grandparents and my grandparents. I have little things scattered here and there; a harmonica, a pocket watch, a recipe box.  Simple things that wouldn't be worth much if I tried to sell them. They remind me of a different time, when we moved at a slower pace and had less things competing for our attention. These belongings keep me rooted in what is important.  I believe my grandparents and my husband's grandparents left a legacy of love.  It is my hope that I do the same. This little sewing basket and its companions lead the way.    

Saturday, March 21, 2015

52 Week Creativity Challenge, Week 11- Conclusion

"There Are No Conclusions."
 Poster paint on a file folder, edited in Google Chrome
By S. Clark

The creative prompt for this week's creativity challenge is "conclusions."  I pondered this word for several days and came to the conclusion that there are no real conclusions in life.  The end of one phase is simply the beginning of another.  We are never really "done."  Even in death, the legacy of our impact on others lives on.  

Often, when I believe that I have come to a final conclusion on some aspect of life, I find more information that leads me to change my conclusion.  Consequently, I decided to use "working hypotheses."  I will approach life similar to a research science approaching a new area of study. I hold my beliefs as always tentative, awaiting more information, either to strengthen my stance or weaken it.  If the preponderance of information suggests that I am incorrect, I will change my belief.  

In this way, I remain open to growing and learning.  Nothing becomes absolute and I do not cling to unhealthy thoughts or behaviors.  This can create some anxiety as it requires that I am able to tolerate uncertainty.  Humans prefer black or white, not a spectrum of color.  Black and white feels secure but doesn't allow for correction.  And the ability to correct creates good mental health.  Tolerating anxiety while I learn more about myself or a situation is ultimately worth it.

This painting represents the growth and change that is possible when you live in the spectrum of color.  

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

52 Week Creativity Challenge, Week 10- Jump

"Jump Into Spring"  silk flower wreath
by S. Clark

When I was rounding up supplies to make this wreath, I realized that I didn't have enough glue sticks for my glue gun. My glue gun is my weapon of choice for nearly all crafts.  I have wielded it to make countless wreaths, Christmas ornaments, Easter decorations, birthday cards, miniature furniture, puppets and I can't even remember what all.  I need my glue gun.  It has been my constant companion for about 10 years when I unearthed it in my boyfriend's house, where his ex-girlfriend abandoned it.  My glue gun needs me, too. 

The panicky feeling that accompanied this realization is probably a very mild version of how it feels to run out of cigarettes.  I can't say for sure though, because I am a non-smoker and my only addiction is caffeine.  I can say that my sense of desperation upon realizing I didn't have any glue sticks was equivalent to being unable to access a caffeinated beverage, but without the headache.  

I determined to forge ahead and decided that I would use stick pins to hold everything together.  This worked pretty well for the ribbons.  The panic resurged when it came to attach the flowers.  So, I decided to get out the glue gun in the hopes that I could squeeze out a few precious drops of adhesive.

Imagine my delight when I saw a brand new glue stick protruding out of the glue gun!  Evidently my husband had found one more lurking around the recesses of my crafting cabinet.  Angels were singing as I glued the flowers to the wreath.

It is hanging in the entryway of my house and it makes me smile when I walk by.  


Wednesday, March 4, 2015

52 Week Creativity Challenge, Week 9- About Time

"About Time" taken on a Lumix G camera, not edited.
By S. Clark
If you were to ask the flowers about time, 
what would they say?

Would they fuss and worry 
about having too little time?

Would they try to bloom in a rush, 
to meet a deadline?

Does spring arrive and the flowers grumble
"Well, it is about time"?


No, they turn their happy faces to the sun, 
or the rain.

No, they go as they will,
time for blooming is when the petals open.

No, the flowers simply say 
"Things unfold in good time."

Ask the flowers about time,
listen to what they say.






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