It is fun to read something that makes me laugh and providential when that same reading gives me an idea for these inspirational reflections. This opportunity came through my daily reading of the newspaper. I admit I was caught first by the photo. I turned the page and immediately was drawn to a picture of what looked like a Buddhist monk talking to an African American who was dressed in shirt, tie and carrying his suit jacket. Knowing that I am a sucker for monks, I quickly went to the article.
I was taken aback a bit when I read the headline: “New York
solicitors dressed as monks upsetting Buddhists.” What, I thought? The Buddhist monk in the picture is a
fake! It is a scam! I have been to New York City and Times Square
many times. I have seen the Naked
Cowboy, as he is called. Actually, he
stands in the Square in his underwear and cowboy hat, playing his guitar and
accepting the money that people---mostly women---are offering. It is a bit of a strange place.
But a guy---and many others, apparently---dressing up as a
Buddhist monk to trek to the New York streets to hit up people for money? That beats all. I read the article, in spite of my
disappointment. I am told that mostly
men of Chinese descent “with shaved heads, beatific smiles and flowing robes”
go in search of gullible people. We are told their line is basic: “offering
wishes of peace and a shiny amulet, they solicit donations from passers-by,
often reinforcing their pitch by showing a picture of a temple…”
I am sure most of us have been hit upon by solicitors and
beggars. But I have never had a pretend
Buddhist monk do it to me! Apparently
the would-be-monks have standards. I had
to laugh when I read on in the article.
“They offer the amulet, and if they are not satisfied with the donation,
they unabashedly demand $20 or more.”
Even pretend monks know it takes more money to live in New York than it
does in other parts of the country!
While this is a fun story, it is also quite spiritually
instructive. At first, I thought the pretending
monk was funny. At another level, I
realized he had something to teach me. I
realized how easy it is to fake being religious. In the pretend-monk case, it was a matter of
a Chinese guy shaving his head, finding some flowing yellow or orange robes and
talking about peace. He left it up to
the gullible to assume he was a Buddhist monk.
Nothing to it.
I thought how comparable it is in my own Christian
tradition. It is quite easy to buy a
cross---maybe a necklace---and simply wear it.
Most folks will assume you are a Christian. Or you can see someone cross themselves---I
watch baseball players, basketball players and others do it all the time. I know I assume they are Christian; in fact,
I even assume they are Roman Catholic.
Are they faking it? Fortunately,
it does not matter; they are not after $20 from me!
I brought it closer to home---to my heart. I certainly claim to be Christian. When I say it, I believe it and, I suppose,
others who might hear me. But if I am
honest, I would say that being Christian is more than saying I am. It is not bad to say I am a Christian, but if
that is all I do, in a sense I am faking it.
I cannot imagine Jesus saying to me, “Just say you are a Christian. That is sufficient!”
The pretend-monk was intentionally misleading people. He did not want to be spiritual; he wanted
their money! He was faking it. I am not intentionally faking it. But if talk is all I manage in my spiritual
life, in a sense I am a fake. I am sure
the spiritual journey is more than just talk.
The spiritual journey is a “living it” journey. Street language tells us we “have to walk the
talk.” While I don’t like that phrase, I
get it. What does living it look like?
I think there are basics.
To live one’s faith is to “practice” it.
If physicians practice medicine, I don’t see why spiritual people don’t
also practice spirituality. I don’t know
that practice makes perfect, but I do know if we don’t practice, we are
pathetic. We are spiritual in name
only. Practicing the faith means being
disciplined in some way. Classically
this means things like prayer, meditation, etc.
Another level of living it means some form of service. My understanding of the spiritual journey is
it is not a solitary journey. Being
spiritual implicates some form of community---some kind of life with and among
others. Community is more than an idea
or talk. Community is being with others
and being willing to serve others.
Service moves us beyond talk.
Finally, living it always means love in multitudinous
ways. Some loves are
easy---friends. Some loves are really
tough---ding-a-lings and enemies. In my
tradition we are called to do more than like a few people. We are called to love---to love all. We are called to love, even if we get nothing
out of it. True love cannot be
faked. Fake love can, however, look
something like a pretend-monk.
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