Lately I’ve been observing how very fearful a lot of people who say they have faith are. It’s had me thinking about faith as I experience it and wondering how fear and faith can reside together.
Long time readers may remember I’ve mentioned previously that faith has two levels for me. Consciously I have a lot and have been able to pursue a fiscally risky path of healing in large part because of my faith that it’s the right path and that I’ll be okay if I follow it.
As I dig into my unconscious, I periodically realize there are old issues that led to a lack of faith and on certain issues I struggle to get past the inner child who doubts. But because my conscious thoughts include faith and I work pretty hard on transforming those old beliefs, I spend quite a lot of time in “the faith place”.
When I really center and check in, allowing myself to feel the divine presence and the energy of All That Is, I am in a space of calm and security. In this place no fear exists nor does fear have a reason to be. The only times I feel fearful are when I move out of the calm secure cloak of faith and into my issues.
So I keep looking at the folks on the right who are so vociferous about their great faith but nonetheless fearful of immigrants, of people of other races and/or religions, of new ideas, etc. and wonder how they can possibly be living in faith and at the same time be so afraid of so much of the world?
And since their faith is allegedly Christian, why do they believe in Christ, who taught love for all our brethren and yet exhibit so much hate for so many others? In that calm center where my faith dwells, I can’t find or feel hate anywhere. Just can’t be there. So I really don’t understand this.
Why does faith not bring them peace? Why does faith not leave them feeling secure that all will be well?
I keep having a corollary thought when, say, a tornado strikes and some of these “believers” point fingers and claim it was because God was mad at the gay mayor –who was completely unharmed– or the liberal congresswoman, etc.
So it seems they have faith in a God who gets mad at a gay mayor and decides to aim a metaphorical thunderbolt but is so incompetent he hits 20 other people and misses the mayor? I struggle to understand why anyone would ever believe in a god that inept.
I’m quite sure if the ultimate being of my faith decided to smite someone She’d hit the right person… Or should I say, “I have faith in Her and Her aim?” Although I don’t really believe She’s so much into smiting.
Just stuff I’m thinkin’. No expert opinions or answers, just wondering…