I am wrestling with a book called Becoming Wise by Krista Tippett. I want to like it because my friend Sue gave it to me and she likes it. I read the first section called Flesh and I found it cloying and annoying. It was somehow too precious maybe because it talked about food a lot. I probably missed the point entirely.
Anyway, then I tackled the section on Faith and I love it. I especially liked the way she framed Faith within her own religious experiences as a child. Church and music and breath all folded into one as faith. I love that gathering up of the whole experience so it’s not just an intellectual exercise, or the pasty faced priests of the past but a real living breathing, noise making experience. She celebrates the incarnation of Faith.
I was raised in the Catholic church: dogma, rules, moral certitude. It was the mystery that I liked. I loved the cadences and singsong qualities of Latin, I liked the noise of the incense burners and the smoke that issued from them. I liked the way the rosary beads slipped through my mother’s hands and her murmured prayers I could not quite hear.
I also loved nature—the bugs and bees and clouds and trees and dirt and stars and stuff. Earth stuff. Where does it come from? How does it work? What about gravity and the tides and the planets. To a child, it is all a mystery. Curiosity didn’t kill the cat.
Tippett quotes Robert Coles:
“…I think there is no doubt that a lot of the religious side of childhood is a merger of the natural curiosity and interest the children have in the world with a natural interest and curiosity that religion has about the world.”
So then we have religion as a mystery, a quest, not a codified system, but a journey into the life of the universe:
Why are we here?
Who made me?
What is our purpose?
What does it mean be be moral?
Why is the sky blue?
What is dark matter?
Faith and mystery and inquiry go hand in hand.
Tippett quotes Flannery O’Connor: “…mystery is a great embarrassment to the modern mind.” What a great quote.
So, where am I in all this?
I am a person embarrassed by mystery. I am a person intrigued by mystery. I run hot and I run cold.
My Uncle Dick used to tell a great story about a thermos. This person is trying to explain how a thermos works keeping hot things hot and cold things cold to which his friend responds”How do it know?”
Mystery, my dear friends, mystery.