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One of the attorneys for whom my cellmate works just returned from Italy. She brought my cellmate, Amy, a rosary from the Vatican. The rosary had been blessed by Pope Benedict.
To say that Amy's a devout Catholic is an understatement. When her boss handed her the rosary, the room lit up - Amy was absolutely radiant. When her boss said the Pope had blessed it, I'd swear she almost fainted.
I grew up Baptist, and was taught that, if Catholicism wasn't a cult, at least it contained within itself a mini-cult: the "cult of Mary." Even though I've rejected the idea of faith in a deity for myself, it was still hard to understand Amy's reaction. Some things linger even when one escapes from a state of blind acceptance.
It was very strange to see just a rosary move this woman so much.
OTOH, I understand it very well. I don't have time to explain how. Suffice to say that I have had deep, all-encompassing faith like Amy's, and I have to tell you that it is extremely comforting to believe in something or someone who is all-powerful and who loves you and is always taking care of you.
I'm glad for people who have such faith. I don't begrudge them their faith. Whether it's completely blind or, as in my beloved's case, tempered with reality, it's really a wonderful thing. It's probably good for their health, too. I'll bet it lowers the blood pressure.
I am not offended when someone says they'll pray for me - as Amy often does. My beloved, Mrs. V., participates in several prayer circles. When friends at work confide big troubles to me, I sometimes ask her to send those troubles to her circles. I think that participation strengthens her faith. And it helps the ones being prayed for to know I've done this (but I only do it, and only tell them, if they have this faith, too).
I have another friend at work, Treena, who is a fundamentalist evangelical Christian. Because of some apparent early miscommunication that I've never cleared up, I think she thinks I am one, too. I let her talk to me as if I am a fundy. If we have lunch together she says a prayer first. These things do not offend me. And I sent her a religious card when she was hit by a cab last week. I asked Mrs. V. if she thought I was a hypocrite for doing so. I often feel like a hypocrite when it comes to this casual friendship with Treena. But she knows I am a lesbian and that at the least I am agnostic (I waver between that and pure atheism) and she doesn't seem bothered by the knowledge.
I've given bits & pieces of my religious background on DU, usually in the Lounge. As I said above, I grew up Baptist. I went to a Baptist college. At 23 I entered several years of crisis, and that's when I rejected my faith. I've wavered since then. After I came out, I attended a Metropolitan Community Church for a while. But that didn't last long.
I have changed immeasurably since my days as a fundy. My experience and my agnosticism don't stop me from accepting that faith in a deity - faith like Amy's and Treena's and even a mellower faith like my beloved's - is good for the believers.
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