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Column What if religion cuts us in pieces?
By JEANNETTE BATZ
The lawyer leaned forward, eagerly
describing how illusory our concept of a coffee cup is. Grind up this
supposedly solid object, he said, waving it aloft as I watched,
mesmerized, the sloshing of the supposed liquid over his salad.
Youll find its nothing but buzzing atoms. Study the atoms,
and youll find theyre just energy, with lots of space in
between.
In Buddhism, we say nothing inherently exists, he
concluded. There is only a pattern of relationships determined by your
mind. I nodded, fascinated by this hard-driving Western lawyer turned
Tibetan Buddhist, his very psyche held together by the tension of paradox. In
his 20s, hed been drawn, simultaneously, to the clash of courtroom battle
and the utter peacefulness of nirvana. Now, 20 years later, he explained both
worlds with equal insight.
Everything this lawyer said about Tibetan Buddhism made
startlingly good sense to me. Until -- just before dessert -- he reached the
part about ending all cravings.
Sure, I know creme brulees temporal. I also know we can run
ourselves ragged craving what isnt good for us, or wont satisfy us.
But religions have a disturbing tendency to chop out huge chunks of human
nature in order to get to God.
Why not learn to love our flawed nature -- fondly, the way we
cherish an eccentric uncle -- and move through the quirks toward the Creator
who presumably designed them?
Of course, Buddhists dont necessarily believe that sort of
creation took place, or that sort of God exists. Nor do they reason backwards,
natural-theology style, assuming that whats already here must have a
place in the divine order of the cosmos. Emotion, for example, is probably a
random accident, an effect that was caused at some point in our struggle to
survive. Understanding, controlling, even eradicating emotion makes perfect
sense to a Buddhist, while I, raised Roman Catholic, would somehow believe I
was ... tampering.
Again, Id rather go through the emotions, trying just as
diligently to understand their psychology, but also paying careful attention to
their larger role in our lives. They do cause mental chaos -- but they also
draw us to each other, remind us of our vulnerability, keep us humble and safe,
guard committed relationships (nothing like a flash of jealousy to remind you
of your spouse) and set the boundaries for integrity.
Craving, too, has its place, if only to keep us falling flat on
our faces, reminded of how finite a hot fudge sundae -- or a trust fund, or a
dream job -- really is. But there are constructive cravings, too, desires that
rise more subtly, as clues to our changing needs and goals. (This spring, for
example, I am craving seed and bulb catalogs, watching each days mail
like a child, because I think I am finally ready to learn to garden and I hope
develop the patience that has heretofore eluded me. If I were to ignore this
craving, still this eager restlessness and act indifferently adult about this
project, I might never begin to double-dig.)
Eliminate all worldly craving, and we forget how much good is in
the world and how ready the world often is to share it with us. Lose desire,
and we lose passion, not to mention the exquisite tension of hunger and
fulfillment that cycles through our lives.
These are unevolved, uninformed, knee-jerk objections, based on a
crayon-crude grasp of Buddhism. Still, the goal of eliminating human suffering
by eliminating the minds illusory cravings reminds me of so many other
goals, in so many other religions. Medieval Catholics fasted and mortified to
deny the physical body. Charismatic sects spurned the logical mind, wary of the
Jesuitical tricks of intellectualization. Stoics steeled the emotions, wary of
chaotic impulse.
Heres a radical suggestion: Why dont we keep
everything weve been given and come to our God whole? Come as fully
sexual beings, our senses alive and our imaginations vivid. Keep our memories
and our cravings, but keep them in perspective. Own our sinfulness, and our
suffering, as part of our human condition. Cherish our troublesome
sensitivities, because they connect us to what lives outside us. Admit our
separate, incarnate selfhood, but develop it so fully that our ego is strong
enough to break its own barriers, and our heart is big enough to span the
world.
I once wrote a book about the dehumanizing, soul-killing
tendencies of the corporate world, and in the course of the research I found
myself asking people how fully themselves they were at work. Nearly every time,
the person looked off somewhere else, anywhere they wouldnt meet my eyes,
and mumbled, Not very. Finally I demanded a quantitative estimate
-- and heard, most often, 20 percent or less. People didnt trust
coworkers to appreciate their sense of humor, they censored their religious and
political beliefs, they avoided any real vulnerability, they masked their
flaws, they made over their natural affinities into more appropriate likes and
dislikes.
What if religion does the same thing, valuing only choice parts of
us and forcing the rest under cover? What if we finally meet God face to face,
and God asks us ever so gently, Why did you ignore all those parts of you
I made so tenderly and carefully? They could have brought you to me so much
faster, if you had learned to love them.
Instead, we take the easy way out, chop off sinful limbs and pluck
out sinful eyes, renounce anything that might prove messy or problematic.
Its a spiritual sort of violence, sanctioned by its particular belief
system, and it wears the purple cloak of nobility, the pure white linen
undergarments of austerity.
But it still cuts us apart, and leaves us less than whole.
Jeannette Batz is a staff writer for The Riverfront Times,
an alternative newspaper in St. Louis.
National Catholic Reporter, April 14,
2000
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