Wednesday, May 30, 2018

The problem with Sin

In my youth I interpreted the pursuit of a righteous and good life to mean the shunning of evil and the avoidance of sin. I was given a very lengthy list of those sins, by my parents, my community, my religion, and even by myself (I'm a recovering perfectionist). It included everything I should wear, say, eat, and think. It also included everything I shouldn't wear, say, eat, and think. This list was far more comprehensive than the big Ten, which were also stressed, but ultimately, I was deemed a "good girl" when I followed that list and I was deemed a "bad girl" when I strayed from it (which wasn't very often because of my feverish need to be perfect). And in those times I was made to feel ashamed for sinning and indulging in evil.

It's the list of sins that becomes problematic, because it becomes a measuring rod by which we judge ourselves and everyone else around us. We know we are on the "right path" when we've successfully avoided anything on the list, and we know we're "straying" when we do anything on the list. And I can therefore determine whether anyone else is on the right path or straying from the fold. Then we use the list to keep everyone in line, to create a standard by which to determine one's worthiness.

This creates a rigid definition of sin: doing anything from the "don't do" list. But a closer look at the Hebrew etymology of the word sin gives us a much broader context: Sin, or "hata," derives from archery and means "to miss the mark." Perhaps your arrow hit the target but missed the bulls eye, or perhaps it missed the target entirely, so therefore you've "sinned."

What does this look like in real life? It would depend on how each person defines their own personal "mark." Is hitting the mark perfection, defined as never making a mistake? Then the list approach is likely suiting your needs just fine. Is your bulls eye to gain experience and develop your godly attributes? Then, like me, you're questioning the modus operandi and looking for a broader context in which to live.

If we understood and defined sin as the Hebrew's did, then we might see how problematic the list approach truly is. In that model, missing the mark means we are not drawing closer to God. But in my own life, the times I've felt closest to God are the times that I strayed. I haven't found God in perfect living and in wrapping myself up in bubble wrap. I've found him by using my faculties, doing my best to make difficult decisions, and navigate my way through this confusing life. Isn't it natural and good to get messy? Isn't it part of the process to lose your way, so that you learn how to make your way back? Isn't it built into nature to experience birth, death, and rebirth?

It's when we act in direct defiance to what we already know to be true that we potentially miss the mark--when we disconnect from our intuition and inner wisdom. When someone chooses something that someone else might deem as "sinful" who is to say that they are not on the "right path" for them?

I look at a beloved family member who, as a young teenager, got into drugs. He would disappear for days, live on the streets, would punch holes into the walls of his home, would lash out in rage at his parents, dropped out of school, and was eventually put into an addiction recovery program through the legal court system. By all traditional standards, this boy was a "sinner." He was marking off box after box on the grand checklist of "sins." And yet, years later, he's several years sober, he's engaged to be married, he's a budding entrepreneur, and he's wise beyond his years. He descended so low and deep, and at such a young age, that to pull himself out of that pit absolutely transformed his life. He is changed on the soul level.

Did he miss the mark? Or was it through his waywardness that he found himself and hit the bullseye? Some would say, "Yes, you can make lemonade out of lemons, but wouldn't it have been far better for him to have learned those life lessons some better way?" Of course. It would have been far better for him, and his parents, and everyone that loved him, to never have to wonder if he was dead or alive, to wonder if he would overdose and be found lifeless in the streets, to wonder if he'd live out the rest of his life as an addict. But the moment he chose it, the moment it began refining him. We shouldn't seek waywardness, but when we do, our wayward path becomes THE path.

It was Phil McLemore's incredible article The Yoga of Christ that validated my inner struggle with "sin." He illuminated the parable of the Prodigal Son for me. We have done ourselves a great disservice to interpret that parable as we do, applauding the life of the elder brother who stayed loyal to his father, who stood by his side, who worked the land and tended to the animals. By all accounts, he did everything right, he played by the rules and was a very good boy. But do we fail to realize that despite all of his do-gooding he was very, very far away from his father and from his potential? He was filled with anger, fear, jealousy, and insecurity, as evidenced by how he reacted to his brother's return. How could his father celebrate his brother's return and kill the fatted calf for a sinful wretch? Where was his prize? Where was his salvation?

But this parable was never intended to inspire us to be like the elder brother, but rather to be warned of him. It was to show us the path all of us must take in order to self-actualize, to discover our fullest potential, to be reunited with God and to hit the mark--and that path requires what may look like waywardness but what is really, in all actuality, just living your life. We are all of us the younger brother, prodigal sons and daughters, on a long and arduous journey of self-discovery. It's not until we have shed everything and have found ourselves eating with the swine that we begin to yearn for God, to yearn for Self, recognizing that the real birthright was never forfeited. That's when we stand tall, brush the dust from our knees and start our journey home. We have no more pride and want only to be home again. So we go, despite the elder brother's pointing finger.

Now hold on, am I encouraging everyone to eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die? Is the list completely null and void? Should we all just do whatever the hell we want, because it will eventually lead us back home? Am I saying there are no absolutes, that sin doesn't exist?

I believe it's what Thich Nhat Hanh said in his most eloquent and inspiring little book True Love, that it's not so much a world of Right versus Wrong, or True versus False, or Good versus Evil--it's about Big Brother and Little Brother. There are parts of us that are wise beyond our years, mature, full of grace and insight. While there are simultaneously parts of ourselves that are young, careless, naive, undisciplined, even reckless. Do we want to banish Little Brother because he causes us pain? Because he makes choices that yield unpleasant consequences? That's what many of us here in the western world have been taught to do, and it ends up looking a little bit like the madness of Jekyll and Hyde. Instead, we must love Little Brother, nurture him, pull him close, wrap him in our arms until he can grow up and merge into Big Brother.

I intend to teach my children a much smaller version of "the list" that I was taught in my youth. They will still be learn the Ten Commandments because, to me, they are common sense, reap positive consequences, foster a functioning community when practiced, and promote an ideal worth striving for, but it won't be framed in the context of "sin." But as my children come of age and start moving out into the world, start spreading their wings--our conversations will have to change and evolve. I hope I will able to say this to them:

"Don't go seeking the toughest of life's lessons, or intentionally forsake what wisdom you have gained. Life has a way of bringing you to rock bottom without any effort on your part. Just know that when you end up at rock bottom--because you will--God will be there. That is where God is found. And you will see "the mark" so clearly, in a way you've never seen it before, and you'll run for it, and you'll hit it. You'll never hit the mark by clinging to the list in fear. Instead, once you've dusted off your knees and have found your way back, then you can pick up the list, clarify it, and follow it out of love and wisdom, but never out of fear or a mistaken sense of achieving perfection."

We must stop viewing our unpleasant, dark, or painful experiences in life as interruptions or detours from the "right path," or worse yet, as detestable qualities that should be cut out of us, discarded, and avoided (like sin). This makes life feel something like a maze--an endless wandering, feeling terrified at the prospect of getting lost, making the wrong turn, and being stuck with no way out...(does the ole' hymn Choose the Right come to anyone's mind?)
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Instead, recognize that soul-level enrichment and growth comes from integrating the dark and light within us, marrying our shadowside to our godliness. Life is much more like a labyrinth; The choice you are being asked to make in this life is not one of "Right" or "Wrong," it's "Am I willing to keep walking?" We are here to gain experience and you cannot misstep, because there's only one way to go--forward.

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Sunday, April 29, 2018

the devil made me do it

From our first parents in the very beginning, the unique human tendency to pass the buck was established and exposed. Eve partook of the fruit, but blamed the serpent. Adam partook of the fruit, but blamed Eve. That precedent is a significant one and lingers with us even today. Accountability is one of the greatest struggles of humanity, to own up to your own choices, and furthermore, to accept the consequences of them.

The saying "the Devil made me do it!" finds its origins in this creation story of Adam and Eve. We use it today whenever we're anxious to be rid of personal accountability for our actions. We use it in desperation, wanting to wash our hands of all responsibility. If one can make a solid case that her own agency was overrun by a power outside herself, then one can be relieved of guilt, sadness, anger, or punishment. It's very convenient! This idea holds heavy influence with many people, described in terms of "temptation" or "the devil whispering in my ear". It's believed that there are actual demons or evil spirits (or Satan himself) that try to tempt you every which way. Within Mormonism, at least, it's thankfully acknowledged that whatever you DO with the temptation is a matter of personal agency. You have to choose to either withstand the temptation, or give in to it.  You don't as often hear "the Devil made me do it," so much as "Satan is really working on me." I've grown up hearing that latter phrase within my church community. Anytime you were experiencing doubt, trials, or obstacles clearly the devil was in on it.

Whether spirits, demons or the devil himself are real or not is not entirely the purpose of this conversation. But, rather, it points to a bigger and better question: are we acted upon by outside forces? Do those forces control us?

If it's true that the Devil can make you do something, it's absolutely true on the other side of the spectrum, that God can also make you do something. But most Mormons I talk to would arguably claim no such thing. No one has the power to force you to do anything. Not Satan. Not God. Agency always wins the day.

But why do we not live our own doctrine? We SAY agency rules supreme, but deep down, we secretly long to pass the buck. We don't really want to choose, and we don't really want to be held accountable. Perhaps it's not entirely our fault. Our sacred canon is replete with story after story, precedent after precedent with this mindset, Adam and Eve being only the first. The most poignant for me is the story of Abraham and Isaac. In every Sunday school class I've ever attended where this story was discussed, despite our cognitive dissonance, we go on to herald Abraham as an inspired prophet who heard the voice of God. Therefore, he was righteous and justified in almost sacrificing his son. Some may even humbly admit "I couldn't do what Abraham was asked to do. I'm just not righteous enough...maybe some day." And what if the story had been different? What if God saw fit not to send an angel? We'd still find a way to celebrate the story, to praise and honor Abraham for his radical devotion. I know that's true, because we grant that same praise to Nephi, who hears the voice of God tell him to slay Labon. And he does. Yet it's likely only context and the prophetic title that allows us to grant them such leeway. If a father today took his son up to the mountains and laid him on an altar and was carrying out, what was in his mind, a sacred ritual, whether he killed his child or was stopped by a heavenly visitor, either way the man would be considered a lunatic, a sociopath, a mentally ill man. Or likewise, if a man killed another man, claiming that God, or the Devil, or his neighbor told him to do it, his sentencing would be the same.

Revelation has come to embody this mindset. We use revelation as a way to abdicate responsibility. We look to God for answers in everything, wanting him to tell us what to do. Because once he does, then we no longer have to choose for ourselves. It's less and less "the Devil made do it" and more and more "God made do it." God told me to call you to this calling. God told me to propose to you. God told me to have another child. God told me to sacrifice you on this altar. God told me to kill him. God told me, God told me, God told me.

We may quickly rebuttal by saying that God isn't forcing our hands, but he's telling us his will and we're choosing to obey. Therefore, if someone wants to be righteous, they have to do whatever God tells them to do. It's almost semantical. One may not literally be forced, but one is certainly being spiritually manipulated. Because most of us just want to do good, be good, and be found worthy by God. If that means blind obedience, I guess we'll do it?

I have never been more at peace with the Bible, the Book of Mormon, and all of the world's scriptures, since purging this way of thinking--this way of living. When a scripture character, or a prophet does something heinous, I acknowledge it as just that--heinous. I no longer do the mental gymnastics that are necessary to justify and explain away the incongruities. The scriptures have to answer to my internal code of ethics and morality, not the other way around.

In day to day life, I no longer give sway to the notion that outside forces are acting upon me, forcing my hand. Whether angels and demons exist, whether the Holy Ghost whispers in our ears, whether God helps me find my car keys, or Satan makes me tell lies and yell at my kids, are questions deserving of their own book. But even if you believe in external powers at play, are you obligated to also believe in external force? Are these powers more powerful than you? Are they more knowledgeable than you? Are they more godly or ungodly than you?

I propose that whether or not such outside forces exist, we must all acknowledge that there are definitely internal forces at play. I, for one, choose to invest my energy into understanding those internal forces, because they ARE me. I am both good and evil. I am both God and Satan. I am both light and dark. I am both inspired and lunatic. I am both passionate and zealous. I am both righteous and wicked.

Admitting this is to experience a profound liberation. Instead of seeing myself as a colorless amoeba in a sea of black and white forces trying to capture me, influence me, and convert me to "their way," I'm instead a vibrant, colorful being, infused with light. And behind me, following ever at my heels, is my shadow. It's part of my mortality, to walk permanently affixed to the shadows. I can't separate them as Peter Pan once did. I'm not even supposed to try to. I'm just supposed to acknowledge and integrate its existence.

When I pray, I pray to the Godliness within me. God is within. God is our internal GPS. God is our consciousness. God is our intuition. God is our awakened faculties. God is our body. I pray that the traits, genes, and qualities I possess, made in the likeness of God, will be fully awakened and that Godliness will be made manifest through my choices. If I am truly a daughter of heavenly parents, of both a mother and a father, then I possess them within me. I am made OF them, not just LIKE them. There are times when I cathartically pray to the God "out there." I pour out my heart, I seek comfort during times of trial, I pray for peace and strength. And I always find it. So I continue to believe in the God with a capital 'G,' the actual being, the big kahuna God who perhaps lives and dwells up there or out there, but I no longer pray to that God for answers. Instead I pray that the answers, that dwell already within me, that God built into me, will rise up to the top and forefront of my mind.  And then I make a choice and proclaim boldly:

"I chose this. This is me. Not the devil. Not God. Just me. I'm responsible. I accept the consequences."

Living this way brings honor to God and develops our spiritual maturity. "And because that they are redeemed from the fall they have become free forever, knowing good from evil; to act for themselves and not to be acted upon..." 2 Nephi 2:26


Sunday, January 7, 2018

Choose the Right


If you've spent much time in an LDS primary, you've certainly had ample opportunity to teach about, sing about and learn about the motto "choose the right". It's such a popular motto that we inscribe it in our jewelry, artwork, Mormon paraphernalia and most definitely our brains. It sticks for life! 

How does one actually follow this admonition? In primary, we teach the children to seek inspiration and to trust the spirit, then you'll know which way is "right" and which way is "wrong". To be fair, it's very good advice for children. For them to be given black-and-white advice is necessary for their black-and-white understanding to grasp. Where trouble occurs is when we continue to teach this motto in YM, YW, EQ, RS and HP. As we grow up, our minds undergo remarkable changes, and we're much more capable of grappling with all the "grayness" of life.

For me, the "right or wrong" narrative seems to have less and less significance in adulthood, and here's why:

How often in life are we faced with a choice between something good and something bad? I would estimate, regularly. Tough decisions have to be made on a regular basis at all stages of life:

  • take drugs or "just say no"
  • bully the new kid or walk away
  • gossip about the loner or befriend the loner
  • cheat on your spouse or stay loyal
  • embezzle your business funds or keep your integrity intact...

Yet, if we compare the above list to how often we are faced with a choice between something good, and something else that's good, what do we find?

  • choosing your spouse
  • choosing where to go to school
  • choosing what to study
  • choosing a career
  • choosing a name for your newborn child
  • choosing how to invest your money
  • choosing where to live
  • choosing what home to buy
  • choosing how to spend your day
  • choosing what to eat, wear, listen to, watch, read, say...

These "good vs. good vs. good" choices are endless and make up the bulk of life. Every day represents hundreds, if not thousands, of these kinds of choices. Agency is an integral part of our mortal experience. So what's our advice now? Does inspiration prompt us in this kind of decision-making? Can we still get away with saying that ONE, and only ONE, of those options is RIGHT and all the others are WRONG?

I once learned that both the Greek and the Hebrew words for "perfect" translate much more accurately as "complete or whole" and have a correlation to the word "ripe". When you pick a perfectly ripe raspberry from the bush, you know it right away. It practically falls off the bush, it's plump, it's bright red, and it bursts with flavor. If you pick an unripe raspberry, you have to force it off the bush, it's color is pale, the texture is too firm, and the flavor is either sour or simply bland. An unripened raspberry is not WRONG, it's just not ready. Or perhaps it just wasn't intended for you at this particular point in time.

What if the bulk of our choices in life are fruit on the vine? When a particular path is opening for us, we simply need to study the signs: is it falling off the vine? Is it a vibrant color? How's the texture? Smell it. Handle it. Taste it. Then you will know if that choice is RIPE for the picking.

I'll be secretly singing this slightly adapted version of the hymn in my heart next Sunday:


Choose the RIPE when a choice is placed before you.
In the RIPE the Holy Spirit guides;
And its light is forever shining o’er you,
When in the RIPE your heart confides.

Choose the RIPE! Let no spirit of digression
Overcome you in the evil hour.
There’s the RIPE and the UNRIPE to ev’ry question;
Be safe thru inspiration’s pow’r.

Choose the RIPE! There is peace in righteous doing.
Choose the RIPE! There’s safety for the soul.
Choose the RIPE in all labors you’re pursuing;
Let God and heaven be your goal.

Choose the RIPE! Choose the RIPE!
Let wisdom mark the way before.
In its light, choose the RIPE!
And God will bless you evermore.