When I was about eight or nine, my mom sent me to Jewish summer camp. We were Catholic and to this day I have always thought she must have had a weird mental lapse when that happened. It wasn't fun being the only Catholic kid. I had never met anyone who didn't think Jesus was the Son of God.
I had also never met anyone who didn't believe in or care about Mother Mary. I was shell shocked and for the first few days I kept asking them questions. Not because I disagreed with their faith, but because I couldn't wrap my head around it. What do you mean you don't believe in X, Y or Z?
Lunch time was also a surprise. The other kids told on me for not bringing a kosher lunch and I had to wait until after camp to eat it. Where were all of these rules from? The only food rule we had was "no meat on Fridays in Lent." That summer was an eye opener for so many reasons.
Why do I bring this up now?
Facebook is Why. We all led relatively sheltered lives in the age before the internet. We knew the people around us and what we saw on the news. And our experience of reality had smaller boundaries. How many Buddhists are there in Kansas? How many Bible Belt Christians in Delhi or London? If we think of spirituality, religion and culture as a range of colors, the palette varies from place to place. The likelihood of us being splashed with a new or different color was not high, until now.
The internet changed all that. Now that I am on the blogosphere, I sometimes have people telling me that God is against intuitive readings. Which is a shame really, because intuition is nothing more than learning how to Listen when we ask for help and for guidance. Anyone can do it, though for some reason it's easier to read for others than for yourself (less worry and wishful thinking).
But we all have different backgrounds and for some that is The Belief. It's not my belief and sometimes they call me on it. I don't know why we humans are so keen on telling people what is "right" or "wrong." I've done it too, so I'm not pointing fingers. Sometimes it can be hard not to call it like we see it ...
I wonder why?
I wonder why?