I lead a
group that meets every Monday. It is a
delightful group of people to join weekly.
Our purpose is to discuss life and hear how each other is engaged in
making sense of life. That may seem too
general to be interesting, but I can assure you it is not too general. As a matter of fact, people bring their real
life experiences to the group and we all prosper by hearing each other share
what we know about life, as well, as listen to each other’s questions about
life.
I think we
all have assumptions about life. One
assumption I have about people is that all of us in our own way are trying to
make sense of our lives. When I say make
sense of life, I mean we are trying to figure out our purpose in life. Another way to put it is we are trying to
find meaning. I am confident that the
core experience of living a life without meaning is despair. Despair literally means to be without hope.
A second
assumption I have about life is there are many, many different ways to make
sense of life. And any attempt to make
sense of life is inherently a quest for purpose or meaning. So if I say the point of life is to get rich,
I have just admitted that is my purpose in life. And I have confessed what I deem will make my
life meaningful.
Of course, I
could disagree with this purpose. I can
marshal all sorts of reasons why getting rich is not a good way to make sense
out of life. I can clamor that there is
no way that can be a meaningful life.
But what I am really doing is telling you that getting rich is not my
way to make sense out of life. In fact,
I may be saying that is a senseless way to go about it.
So my group
is a wonderful opportunity for me to listen to people in process. All of us are in process of making sense of
life. I am convinced it is a process
because life is open-ended. Even if I
feel absolutely certain how to make sense of my life, something may happen
tomorrow that challenges that. I cannot
establish my beliefs---determine what is meaningful---and then lock the
door. Of course, I think there are
people who try to do this. Religious
fundamentalists come close to this certainty.
But I see this as rigidity, rather than certainty.
I am leery of
the person who has it all figured out---who has made sense out of life and has
no need to think any more about life.
Lazy people choose this option.
And rigid people choose this option.
The problem with this position is new or unscripted life scenarios
cannot be factored into the equation.
This is why I
think making sense out of life is a process.
Even if I nail it today, I want to be open tomorrow to new experiences,
to new learnings, and to new revelations.
My knowledge is not absolute. I
don’t think there are absolute answers in the realm of faith. Faith is trust, not a guarantee. If I have faith there is a God, I cannot
prove it. I cannot guarantee to you
there is a God. I trust there is a
God. I can tell you why I trust there is
a God. I can explain to you why I make
sense of my life and my future based on that trust there is a God.
The function
of my little group is to gather and to share these kinds of stories. For example, if you think there is a God and
that trust helps you make sense out of your life, I want to hear your story. I want to hear about your experience. I want to know how and why you interpret your
story the way you do. I want to hear the
strength in your voice as you tell your story.
I want to listen to where you waver---to where you may not be sure or
where you have questions.
All this is
what I mean by “spirituality.”
Spirituality is one specific means humans employ to make sense out of
their lives. It was during my teenage
years that I become aware that meaning in my life was not a given. Of course, I knew what my parents had taught
me and I was aware of what my own Quaker tradition was telling me. But is was not “mine.” It was “theirs” and they implied it could be
good enough for me.
But
faith---meaning-making---is not a hand-me-down like the clothes an older
brother wore and handed them down to me.
I needed to find out whether the religion of my parents and my tradition
“fit.” Religion was not the same thing
as faith. They could teach me their
religion. They could not give me their
faith. That I had to manage on my own.
As I thought
about it, making sense of my life is simply a way of talking about that which I
put my faith in. It might be God; it
might be getting rich. Actually, I am
glad there are options for making sense of life. It makes life more interesting. I am actually glad there is a range from
despair to hope.
I hope I am
opting for a way to make sense of my life that is enduring and brings some
sense of joy. I know that when my group
comes together, I experience joy. And
when someone can share how they are making sense of their lives, I enjoy. I am confident that joy and enjoying are
signs of a healthy spirituality. And for
me, it is a good way to make sense of life.
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