Monday, September 28, 2015

Religious Belief – A Touchy Topic at Best

I’d always heard that the best way to maintain a friendship was to avoid two topics – politics and religion. I believe it was something I heard Jimmy Stewart and Henry Fonda agreed to, as a means of maintaining their friendship – although I can’t absolutely confirm that. It seemed like good advice, and one I’ve followed, well, religiously, however, in today’s world, it seems religion has forced its way to the forefront of many of our lives whether we want it to or not.

I grew up in a diverse world, with many friends of various ethnic groups, and not once was their religion, or the religion their family practiced in their homes, an issue. What mattered most to my group of friends was whether or not we enjoyed spending time with each other? Of course, I also grew up in a world where actor and sports stars salaries were not reported, nor something we concerned ourselves with – what mattered to us was the entertainment value they provided us.

Times have changed, and whether I like it or not, religion affects all of our lives. To merely utter the word ‘Muslim,’ has an impact. It is a word that immediately has an emotional impact to many – some good, some bad; with a fear they don’t quite understand.

What does it mean to you?

Then again, what does ‘Christianity’ mean to you?

I grew up Christian, although not in a Church-going household. To marry, I took my Muslim vows, out of respect for my father-in-law and his wishes, and was married by an Imam – a beautiful ceremony that carried the same emotional and spiritual weight, as if I’d been married in a Christian, Catholic or Jewish ceremony. All I wanted was that the ceremony had a spiritual aspect to it – and it did.

Today our world is in turmoil. Radical Muslim fanatics – and the distinction here is ‘radical’ and ‘fanatics’ – are killing in the name of religion, and seeing how their actions garner headlines, more and more their behaviour is coming to unfortunately define the word ‘Muslim’ in many of our minds.

Can we honestly believe that the average Muslim, working hard to provide for his or her family and live a good life, is out to harm anyone?

I interact every day with two diehard Christian gentlemen and one Muslim gentleman. While I believe in a higher power, I’m not necessarily enamoured with organized religions, feeling they are the creation of humans, have been perverted over the years by humans to their benefit, and because they are ‘human’, as I’ve stated, definitely not infallible. At the same time, if any particular religion provides you with comfort, I see no harm in believing, especially if it helps you strive to be a better person and love your fellow man.

Of the two Christian gentlemen I work with, one I would describe as a ‘fanatic’ in his own right – although not a violent fanatic. He’s told me every day that the end is coming and that I’m going to pay. He’s an angry and unpleasant man, who doesn’t get along with anyone, and is petty and, no doubt, vindictive; he believes, without ever asking me, that I’m a sinner, and that when God returns, he will be at God’s side, and the rest of us will be doomed to Hell. The funny part is he almost seems to take great delight in the fact that many of his fellow human beings will be doomed. He believes God is all knowing and all seeing, but feels that the hatred and anger in his heart will somehow be overlooked – as if somehow he can hide that from his Creator.

The second Christian gentleman is more civilized and reasonable, however, from time to time, is determined to prove his faith’s worth, by pointing out flaws in the other co-workers faith, him being the Muslim. He is a good person, but you can see, that when it comes to Christianity, in his own way, he is as unwavering in the belief he is right, as the fanatical Christian.

As for the Muslim gentleman, a truly pleasant fellow, he is quiet, although when asked about his faith is more than willing to talk to you about it, and explain it, without putting down other’s beliefs. Possibly, he is aware of the impact the word ‘Muslim’ now carries with many, based on groups like Isis who have co-opted it in their bid for power, and just chooses to remain quiet. I’m sure in his own way, he is as certain of his faith as his two Christian co-workers; he just doesn’t force his beliefs on others.

Who is right and who is wrong?

The truth is we can’t know – at least not now. The fanatical Christian gentleman keeps trying to prove to me all in the Bible is true – scientifically proven. Of course, he always falls short of that standard, although he doesn’t think so himself. My argument with him has been that I don’t need solid proof of anything; I thought the beauty of believing was in having ‘faith’, believing in something greater than us despite a lack of evidence.

Religion has taken front and center in a lot of our lives – more so than ever before. Rather than accepting people based on their character, we’re giving too much weight in what they believe spiritually. And the fact is, like I mentioned above, no matter how much they believe, or in what they believe, we don’t know what the truth really is.

Am I to believe that when I die, I’ll arrive at the Pearly Gates, having lived – hopefully – a good life, say, as a Catholic, and St. Peter will ask me what my religion is, and despite having led that good charitable life, when I say, “Catholic,” he’s going to say, “Sorry, your wrong! It was Jewish. Straight to Hell with you!” Maybe, instead, I’ll find a St. Peter guarding those gates, who instead will give me a small, wry smile and say, “You did your best to be the best person you could be. You weren’t perfect but you were all right. You believed in what you needed to give your life purpose, and in doing so, allowed bygones to be bygones. Just having faith, faith in something more, that was all we asked.”

If I die, and the atheists are right, I’ll just fade to black and never know I ever existed. I don’t believe that will be the case. When I die, I imagine than, the unknown will all be sorted out, and I’ll know the truth, whatever it may be. That day is inevitable and no matter what I do, I can’t avoid it.

I believe the religion we all should embrace is ‘tolerance.’ It’s important to take the anger and violence out of religion, and accept that it is impossible to ever have a world where everyone believes in one thing. Much of what we believe is similar. We must also remember that no matter what we believe, there are those who believe the same, and will position it to benefit them, even if that means promoting hatred as part of that agenda. Muslim, Christian, Catholic, Jewish, whatever you believe, if that belief stems from love and the desire to contribute to our world in a positive way, using tolerance and understanding as part of that belief, please believe. Faith and spirituality make us all stronger, but remember, never let your faith devolve into anger or hatred, as in doing so, you are not honoring that faith, but corrupting it.

As for me, I’ll readily admit I know nothing; I have no answers, and probably never will. I have what I believe in and that will have to suffice. I will continue judging people based on the content of their character, and respect their beliefs, just so long as they practice those beliefs without anger or hatred. Life is too short for those emotions.


And one day, hopefully a long time from now, I’ll discover the answer...or just fade to black.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Who I Am: A Memoir

By Pete Townshend
Four out of Five Stars

I must first confess, as a teenager I was a Who fan; they were one of my favorite bands. At the same time, in recent years Pete Townshend, the lead guitarist and main creative force behind the rock ‘n’ roll band’s songs, has annoyed me, complaining in interviews about his life, his success, his fans, and so on. There is nothing more annoying than a successful man – a millionaire – complaining about his privileged life.

I found it annoying, and then I read his autobiography, Who I Am: A Memoir and realized that for his entire life, Pete Townshend, ‘Rock God’ to some, as been a pessimist – a glass is half empty kind of guy; he just can’t help himself.

To read Who I Am: A Memoir, a book highlighting the life of a very successful rock ‘n’ roller whose music is sure to live on for generations, is to read the tale of a man who never seemed satisfied with his lot in life. To read the book, you know he was conflicted continually about his direction as a rock ‘n’ roller, rather than staying in art school, his attachment to the band he joined, The Who, featuring their leader Roger Daltrey and members John Entwistle and Kieth Moon. We’re to understand he had a volatile marriage (well, not always, but enough) and that he wasn’t that good with the ladies, nor continually dealing with his own addictions. Where Townshend seems to allow himself some credit, is in his creativity, as a rock ‘n’ roll innovator, having basically come up with rock music’s first opera, Tommy, and other innovations in the field. He allows himself some credit here, but never in a bragging way.

While after reading Who I Am: A Memoir I can better understand Townshend’s complaining in interviews and, where it previously annoyed me, give him the benefit of the doubt; what prevented me from giving this autobiography a five star rating, despite my reluctance to hand out five stars too easily, was the fact, a lot in Who I Am: A Memoir left me wanting. Townshend almost seems to gloss quickly over the death of Keith Moon, and even the Cincinnati incident where lives were lost before a Who concert due to festival seating and a stampede for seating (the band played the concert, unaware of what had happened). When it came to the death of bassist John Entwistle, Townshend spent a little more time, giving us a sense of how tragic it was to him and that he could open up more if he wanted to.

Of course, no matter how much of a public figure he’s been during his lifetime, the truth is, he shared with us what he wanted to share and, really, owes us nothing more; his deeper thoughts on some matters are his and his alone, and I can respect that, although, sometimes in not mining them, he did leave me wondering and unsatisfied. That’s my problem.


Overall, Who I Am: A Memoir by Pete Townshend is a rock ‘n’ roll autobiography worth reading; and in the process, their music is worth discovering if you all ready haven’t.