Though I was raised in the Roman Catholic church, and spent my youth very active in a wonderful youth group, I have struggled with feeling out of place in Christianity for most of my adult life. I believe in science, in kindness, in lifting up others, in women’s rights, in civil rights, in LGBTQ rights, and in the importance of recognizing the value of all people. My beliefs are often shaped more by my 20 years of service as a nurse than my time spent in church when I was young.
Though I converted to the Episcopal church in my early twenties, my church attendance has been spotty and irregular, particularly as my children grew up and began asking questions about God that I didn’t have answers for. I have often kept my faith private, and sometimes even refused to give it a name. I have doubted every aspect of what I learned as a child about Jesus, about church, about God’s plan for me and for this world. I have struggled with anger at a world that often seems so unfair and uncaring. Still, I have prayed over and with many of my patients and their families. When my son was in a serious boating accident at the age of eight, and I learned he was safe, I fell to my knees and simply cried “thank you” for the better part of an hour. For the past two years, I have carried my rosary with me, more often than not, because it brings me comfort as I grieve the loss of my brother-in-law in 2018, and my father just this past December. My faith may be small and full of doubt, but it is ever present. My faith is like a gentle light that shines brightest when my world darkens.
Enter: Twitter. And a pandemic.
Several months ago, I discovered the Twitter account of Father Daniel, an Anglican priest who I find quite funny and also quite poignant. I particularly appreciate the way his faith quietly shines through in his interactions with others on social media without feeling pushy. It was a new experience to witness a faith leader expressing the same frustrations, doubts, and hopes that I often feel. With the pandemic leading to physical churches being closed, he and others began posting meditations and services online in order to maintain connections with their communities. One Sunday, I decided to watch Father Daniel’s service. I was curious to see how this man, who openly identifies as a gay, married, Anglican priest, shared his faith with his congregation. I wondered what he knew that allowed his faith to be stronger than any doubts he may have. Watching the service, I laughed and cried, and sat in wonder as I listened to his sermon. I felt like he very nearly quoted a conversation my sister and I often have when he said that God did not send illness or death because he needed to call another angel home. That when bad things happened, it was not because God was punishing us. God is found in life, not death; in rebuilding and resurrection, not in devastation and destruction. Afterwards, I sent him a direct message because I wanted to thank him for sharing his faith with the world and with me.
To my surprise, he found time to write back, and we engaged in a brief dialogue over the next few days. I told Father Daniel about my struggle with Christianity and churches, and how I often felt the narrative we hear so loudly on television, from politicians, and from many others does not fit with my understanding of Jesus (or science!) I shared with him my doubt and fear that I was a hypocrite if I attended church doubting God and Jesus as much as I often do.
I have read his response countless times, and I’d like to share a slightly annotated version of his response here (emphasis is mine):
I also struggle with what the church has become for many people – and the pitting of faith against science is so ridiculous. One can believe in science and not see it as opposing God. Throughout history some of the greatest scientists were people of faith, whose fascination with the created world stemmed from a deep spiritual respect for it. Those who equate faith with material prosperity and conquering the earth have missed some fundamental teachings in scripture I think! For me, Jesus IS God incarnate, so when I think of God, I think God has to be like Jesus was, or that isn’t God. For me Jesus is the human face of God, that God showed us so we would finally know what God is really like and what God really wants, and so much of what people say in God’s name just doesn’t accord with what I see in Jesus. I don’t think you’re a hypocrite for being part of a church that doesn’t always live up to the Gospel’s own expectations. First of all, none of us do. But better the church have SOME people in it that at least acknowledge that than not. …keep the faith you have…however small it seems. Hold on to that and don’t let the failures of many Christians turn you away from God or the Christ who wanted us to know God as God truly is. You may feel lost but I don’t think you’re far from the Kingdom 🙂
Reading this, I felt seen for the first time in a very long time, by a man who has never even met me. I cannot explain, even now, just how much the lack of judgement about my struggles combined with encouragement to hold on to even a small amount of faith affects me. In response, I have spent a fair bit of time meditating and praying during these weeks of social distancing.
I am beginning to understand that my beliefs were never far from those Christ taught us. Jesus is God incarnate. He has experienced humanity with all its messiness and chaos, joy and pain. The message of Jesus is one of love for ALL people. Jesus also taught us that actions matter. Feed the hungry. Clothe the poor. Visit the imprisoned. Care for the sick. The lessons of Jesus are most often focused on acting intentionally, with love, towards others. He specifically calls us to care for the most vulnerable among us. Jesus embodied the very idea of being the change you wish to see in the world. His death was a final act of love, one meant to give hope to all through the resurrection, because he could not bear to see anyone left out from the Kingdom of God. None of these lessons are new to me, but somehow, they feel different. Perhaps I just needed permission to give myself, and everyone else, grace for not always living up to the Gospel’s, or my own, expectations.
This Easter, more than ever before, I feel as though I have a new appreciation for the hope and love Jesus granted us through his crucifixion, death, and resurrection. I am even considering once again joining a physical church community, when we are able to do so, and further exploring this journey of faith with others. In the midst of the darkness of COVID-19, I am grateful to have followed the impulse to reach out to Father Daniel and for his willingness to be a guiding light that I did not even realize I was searching for. Most of all, I am beginning to understand that while I may doubt in God, He never doubts in me.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” – John 1:5