Have a Little Faith in Me
As I mentioned in a post a little while ago, Neal and I have been ask to be Godparents to our 7 month-old nephew Ben. Of course, we graciously accepted this honor. But not without a moment when both of us looked at each other and said, “Us? Really?”
The idea of being a Godmother, with the responsibility of guiding a young person down their path of faith and spirituality is a perplexing challenge to me. You see, I have personally questioned religion and faith for years. The ironic part? I was baptised Catholic at a young age (never went through the confirmation process though) and I attended Gonzaga University, a private Catholic-Jesuit institution When I was in school, I had religious studies as a requirement including: Old & New Testament, Feminist Theologies, Religion of Third World Nations and more.
I attended mass when I was compelled to, like the day after 9/11.
We were married in a chapel, saying the classic marriage vows. Which I believe in, wholeheartedly.
I have visited mosques, temples, cathedrals and churches all around the world and I am constantly mesmerized by conviction of faith and belief.
St. Peter’s Basilica, Rome Spring 2007
I have the utmost respect for those who have faith in a higher power or deity, but I’ll be honest…. I am not there yet. And at the age of 31, I wonder will I ever? And then I have to wonder, will I even be a good Godmother to little Ben?
Allow me to share I believe:
- The goodness of humanity
- That life is a combination of luck and a predetermined path
- Science and faith can co-exist together
- Love will (and most often does) conquer evil
- Following your heart (and listening to it) will bring you to where you are meant to be
- The universe is complex and incredible, beyond my understanding or grasp.
- That having faith in others is just as important as having faith in yourself
- Life isn’t a linear path, with boxes to check or “to-do”. We are constantly on a curvy journey from start to finish.
**Ah, deep breath.**
Rome wasn’t built in a day (pun intended) and sometimes neither is faith.
These are just a few of my musings that I thought I would share here… on my blog. (Since that’s the whole idea of blogging…right?)
I would love to hear what your thoughts are on the idea of faith and religion. And any pearls of wisdom in the hopes of me being an “okay” Godmother….
XO,
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Greetings and welcome to my little corner of the blogging world. My name is Belinda and I am a newly married lady who moved from Seattle to Northern Wales. Why? To be with the love of life Neal. My blog is my attempt of making sense of my new life as a wife and an expat.
Belinda, I hate to break it to you, but if those are the kinds of things you believe, your Catholic roots are shining through. All of those are more than compatible. I think you’ll be okay.
Hi Jen!
Thank you for leaving me a comment, and reassuring me that I am going to be a-okay. Having doubts about faith is something that I have has always carried, but hopefully I can work through those with time.
Hope you are well….
B