@ james - you’re on it. my shaking and rattling will probably not match anyone else’s rhythms exactly…my quest is to find those willing to play along side and jam. I think I’m close - if not there - but still need my heart to join me in the letting go to find out.

@ Louise - it’s definately *not* just the catholics.

@ Chris - I love the language analogy. Your “is” and “is not” makes me want to send you a copy of The Shack.

Or so it seems to me. (must not leave out the post-modern uncertain/perception is reality caveat =)

I guess for me religion is like a language, and while any language may be a slave to my ego and it’s frailities, I guess for me that doesn’t mean it’s a language not to be spoken. I’m not one to particularly ‘like’ church. So I guess for me some churches are like languages or idioms that I’m not too particularly fond of. Or are chock full of folks speaking that particular language in ‘that’ certain particular ‘way’ that I find so irksome. Of course there but for the grace of God go I.

I guess “I” “you” “we” perhaps humankind in general….all speak some language of faith. So much is unknown to me about this life, so much is so readily assumed by my feeble mind.

Unknowns aside, and fully uncertain….still, like your bud Jas, I still have to click in, or lace up and commit to the race, and take the proverbial leap of faith. I may not know what’s going to happen, but if I don’t commit, I may never get to enjoy the ride. (Maybe I’ve just “let” “you” talk me into commiting to some sort of church, some sort of spiritual group sharing in lifes event….tsk tsk)

And as much as I like to commit it’s sure fun to explore spirituality —just how does one describe that which “is” even if they percieve it not.

Now that i’m thinking of it, maybe we are all spiritually homeless in some sense of the world. Maybe ‘our’ faculties of cognition are too limited to grasp more than the tiny moment of space and time each individual occupies at any given moment. Maybe that’s the point of ‘finding’ a spiritual home…a place to share that sense of homelessness…to reach out beyond one’s private little box and allow one or two more to come and huddle with each other in the face of lifes blizzards or laugh and bask together in the face of lifes sunshine.

Now i better quit b/4 I get too emo and wanna pew’k. =0

Thanks for the thoughts. As always your Irish flavored pixils are most palatible

sometimes its the people.

either way, in the end i tried to find some nexus of acceptable theology and decent community that would allow me to believe in the manner in which i do, while still feeling the community of those who belive somewhat similar to me.

in the end, i have found that finding anyone who buys exactly what i do is tough, but finding a place where the core is the same isn’t.

good luck in your search.