Believing, by Betsy

For the first two decades
of my life I religiously recited a creed almost once a week affirming a
belief.  Later in my 30’s I stopped doing
this because I realized I really didn’t believe the things I was saying I believed.
I had no hard feelings about the church, I just stopped believing. I’m
referring to the liturgy of the Episcopal Church where I was baptized and
confirmed.  The creeds recited in the
church liturgy—the Nicene and Apostle’s—were so familiar to me that I could
recite both from memory at an early age.
Why are children taught
to claim beliefs which they are too young to understand, accept, or
reject?  Could it be that IF it is etched
deeply enough into your psyche, you will hold on to it for life, never
questioning it. It becomes “yours.”  It
feels good and it keeps us “safe.”
I recited as I’m sure
most of us did, the Pledge of Allegiance every day in school hundreds of times
before I ever pondered to what it was that I was pledging allegiance. Around
third  grade I thought it odd to pledge
to a flag, a piece of cloth hanging on a pole or a wall even while
understanding that it is a symbol of our country.  But still why the rote recitation? I think we
all know the answer to that question.  By
recitation it becomes part of us, we own it and hopefully, later in life, we
understand and embrace its meaning. 
Never once did an adult explain to me what I was reciting and what it
meant.  Just that the recitation was not
only important, but also part of one’s life—part of one’s day—like brushing your
teeth.
 The next question that comes to mind is why do
some examine their beliefs and others go through life never doubting?  I cannot answer that for others, only for
myself. I don’t remember my parents teaching me to think critically about
anything. They were good parents and I loved them, but they did not question
the standard cultural beliefs—at least not out loud. They were not ardent about
spreading the teachings of the church, but they accepted those tenants more as
a matter of being good Christians and good citizens. I pretty much went along
with them, I guess. I really don’t remember. Believing was not “big” in our day
to day life. At the same time doubting and challenging was not big either.
I think my mind became
“ripe” for critical thinking when I was in college. Or maybe I simply was not
mature enough before then. A light came on when I realized I could not will
myself to have faith that something was true simply because I was told to do so
or because I was told the consequences would be painful for me if I chose not
to. One teacher, Professor Jaffe, taught me to question everything. I suppose
that’s because that’s what one does in Philosophy class.  But I learned from Professor Jaffe that what
is important about learning is thinking for oneself, as well as being exposed
to the information. What one does with the information is the whole point.
Thinking back, it seems
that it was my husband who put me up to applying critical thinking to   my religious beliefs.  They may have been faintly held beliefs;
nevertheless, they had been a part of me for a long time. He simply raised the
question one day, “maybe Jesus was just a good man and not divine. How do we
know for sure?”  That’s when I made a
conscious decision not to take that leap. 
We started discussing the power of the church historically. How most of
the wars fought throughout history were fought over religious beliefs.  From then on, I questioned everything, my
feelings as well as my beliefs.  It was
years later, however, that I took any action regarding the feelings I had been
questioning in regard to my sexuality.
I am not trying to say
that critical thinking is good and faith is bad. They each have a place in my
life. But what I do say is that when believing gets in the way of accepting
facts and blocks applying information to form one’s opinions, there is a
problem. Believing versus gathering information and forming a point of view
seems to be the conflict going on today in some political situations. When I
see Trump supporters interviewed on the evening news, what I see is people full of fear holding a belief because
of that fear, and holding it in disregard of the facts. For example, the belief
that ISIS is the greatest threat to life in the U.S. today. ISIS is coming and
therefore we all must have guns to protect ourselves and our families. One look
at the numbers would make anyone question that belief: in 2013 deaths from
ISIS-16; deaths from gun violence-33,000. The numbers speak for themselves if
one is willing to take a look at them.
For me it is hard to put
my faith in something a book says, even a book considered sacred, or something
a person or institution tells me to believe. Yet until I grew up this is what I
did and what I was taught to do. This is what most people are taught to do. If
it works for them, more power to them. 
But it does not work for me and I cannot imagine it ever doing so.
© 12 Jan 2016 
About
the Autho
 Betsy has been active in
the GLBT community including PFLAG, the Denver Women’s Chorus, OLOC (Old
Lesbians Organizing for Change), and the GLBT Community Center. She has been
retired from the human services field for 20 years. Since her retirement, her major
activities have included tennis, camping, traveling, teaching skiing as a
volunteer instructor with the National Sports Center for the Disabled, reading,
writing, and learning. Betsy came out as a lesbian after 25 years of marriage.
She has a close relationship with her three children and four grandchildren.
Betsy says her greatest and most meaningful enjoyment comes from sharing her
life with her partner of 30 years, Gillian Edwards.

Believing, by Lewis

In every corner of the
world, from the time a child is first able to understand her or his native
tongue, they are taught to believe what their parents believe.  They learn what “truth” is in the same way
that they learn how to wash their hands before dinner or how to dress
themselves.  At first, they do it because
their parents make them do it.  Later,
they do it because they see the sense in it. 
They learn not to touch a hot stove because it burns, just as Mommy or
Daddy told them.  They soon realize that
Mommy and Daddy are pretty smart and they could learn a lot from listening to
them.
Before long, Mommy and
Daddy are taking them to church.  In
church, they learn all kinds of new rules and “truths”.  Most, if not all, of these “truths” cannot be
verified through personal observation. 
But because they have come to trust their parents to be truthful with
them, they believe them.  Why not?  Lots of good things are supposed to happen to
them if they will only believe.
As the children begin to
go out into the broader world more and more, they soon discover that some of
the other children do not hold the same truths as “self-evident”.  This causes conflict and confusion.  Some parents—hoping at the very least to
postpone this internal uncertainty—“home school” their kids.  Others send their kids to schools whose
teachings include faith-based instruction.
So far, so good.  The parents are happy and their children are
content.  As they grow older, they become
more-and-more convinced that their view is the way things really are.  In fact, they may not even be aware that
there are people who see the world in an entirely different way.
Sooner or later, however,
they are almost certain to bump up against something they read in the newspaper
or a magazine or book that seems inconsistent with what their parents and
religious leaders taught them.  This
could affect them in a couple of ways—it might cause them to become defensive
and contentious or they might begin to question what they have always been
taught and seek to find the truth on their own.
For example, let’s say
the child has been taught and has come to believe in the story of the “creation”
of the universe as taught in Genesis.  In
fourth grade science class one day or at the movies or on TV, she or he hears
that the earth and universe were formed over billions of years.  These two ideas are hard to reconcile.  It would require quite a fertile imagination to
embrace both concepts simultaneously. 
Now, the child or adolescent is faced with making a choice between two
“truths”.  One choice will risk the child
losing the good graces of one or both parents and the other will call into
question all he or she knows about their faith, including their standing with
God. 
It’s pretty clear to me
which choice is the one to make if you want to cut your losses.  Thus, many will cling tenaciously to the
spiritual tenants of their parents, regardless of what the vast majority of
well-educated scholars and learned professors may tell them. 
This would not create too
much of a stir if not for the inconvenient truth that these individuals, whose
political philosophy is grounded in the same mythology as their religion, use
their vote and their voice in furtherance of ideas grounded not in what is
known but in what is Legend.  For these
people, knowledge is the enemy, since truth is “revealed” but only to the
“favored”.  Since they are among the
“favored”, they are not morally obligated to ever change their beliefs.  In fact, it is part of their mission to try
to prevent ideas they disfavor from ever being seen by the unwashed public.
As members of one or
another sexual minority group, we have been victimized by such people for
millennia.  Other victims include Jews,
atheists, agnostics, Muslims, Buddhists, Farsi, Hindi, Native Americans,
Africans, women seeking abortions, socialists, liberals and too many others to
name.  Would the U.S. have unleashed the
hydrogen bomb on Japan if they had been Caucasian Christians like the Germans?
I must make it clear that
I do not see “belief” per se as the problem. 
Rather, as Karen Armstrong has brilliantly lain out in her book, The
Battle for God
, the curse of all civilizations throughout time is
Fundamentalism, in any of its myriad forms. 
Essentially, Fundamentalism is the conviction (I hesitate to use the
word ‘belief”) that there is but one Truth with a capital ‘T’.  All other opinions are blasphemy and must be
wiped out.  Most certainly, they must not
ever be given any thought for fear that they might pollute the Pure Mind.  For these folks, to think, as was the
official slogan of the General Electric Co. in the 1950’s and ‘60’s that
“Progress Is Our Most Important Product” is nothing short of Devil’s Talk.
© 11 Jan 2016 

About
the Author
 
 I came to the beautiful state
of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I
married and I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas
by way of Michigan, the state where I married and had two children while working
as an engineer for the Ford Motor Company. I was married to a wonderful woman
for 26 happy years and suddenly realized that life was passing me by. I figured
that I should make a change, as our offspring were basically on their own and I
wasn’t getting any younger. Luckily, a very attractive and personable man just
happened to be crossing my path at that time, so the change-over was both
fortuitous and smooth.
Soon after, I retired and we
moved to Denver, my husband’s home town. He passed away after 13 blissful years
together in October of 2012. I am left to find a new path to fulfillment. One
possibility is through writing. Thank goodness, the SAGE Creative Writing Group
was there to light the way.

Believing, by Gillian

‘I believe in one god, the Father Almighty, Maker of Heaven and Earth, and of all things visible and invisible.’

So begins the Nicene Creed which I learned in Sunday School and for a while repeated most Sundays of the year. But sometime in my ninth year I had a kind of epiphany, accepting that I didn’t believe a word of anything that went along with organized religion. I continued to accompany my mother to church, just being supportive, but determinedly kept my mouth shut when we proclaimed our religious beliefs of which I had, and still have, absolutely none.

So I never say ‘I believe …. ‘ using the words to denote, as Voltaire puts it, believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe. That kind of belief is, to me, as cast in stone as sexual orientation. I cannot make myself believe something I don’t believe any more than I can make myself be straight. I can pretend, as so many of us did once upon a time when we played it straight, I can say the Creed along with the best of them, but I cannot make myself believe.

I do use those words, as many people use them, to mean that I have seen or heard enough evidence to believe that, based on sound reasoning, something is true. This, according to many definitions, puts me firmly in the skeptics’ box – relying on the rational and empirical: valuing thinking and seeing rather than making that blind leap of faith to belief.

In my own, albeit skeptical, way, I believe many many things.

For example: I believe that history will judge Obama well, for his sincerity and constant struggle to do what he truly believes to be the right thing. (Though he might do well to follow Churchill’s plan; he said he knew history would be kind to him because he intended to write it.) And, speaking of Sir Winston, I believe that had I ever met him I would probably have disliked him. If he were running for office in November I doubt I would vote for him. Nevertheless, I believe most sincerely that I am forever in his debt. Without his inimicable stand against the Nazis, I believe that my life would have been very very different; quite possibly a lot shorter. Similarly, I believe I would not be casting my vote for Teddy Roosevelt with his bluster and his gunboats, but I also owe him a huge debt of gratitude. Without his foresight in initiating the National Park system, I would never be able to appreciate the magnificence of nature that was once this country. It would all be unrecognizable, long ago torn away by mining and drilling, or covered in concrete jungles of shopping malls and mansions. And these realizations make me believe, in turn, that few people – yes, even politicians – are an influence solely for good or evil, though there are some notable exceptions. Life is endlessly complex, as are the people and issues we encounter in it.

My most vehemently held belief, right now, is in the reality of global climate change. As I see it, everything else pales by comparison. What does it really matter that we finally have gay marriage, or that Syria is a failed state, or that, in spite of the efforts Obama is promising to make, we are so far from getting fire arms under any kind of meaningful control in this country? If we continue not only to ignore but actively to deny that climate change is now in our faces, what does anything else matter? It will change the lives of every single person on this earth. How anyone cannot see it is a total mystery to me. 2015 was example enough for anyone. It was the hottest year on record over the entire world in 135 years of modern record-keeping. Global sea-

level surged to new heights. Glaciers retreated for the thirty-first year in a row. Record greenhouse gases fill our atmosphere. And if global statistics don’t impress you, aren’t we watching it all happening almost every day on our televisions? Tornado alley now stretches from the Gulf to Canada, and every year it is harder to define ‘tornado season’ or ‘hurricane season’ – we simply have to expect anything anywhere anytime. There were more tornado-related deaths in this country during December of 2015 than in any previous December on record. Merry Xmas, all you deniers!

Almost more maddening, to me, than such idiots as those who toss snowballs about as proof against global warming, are those who acknowledge its existence but insist that it is a completely natural climate swing, such as there have always been, and therefor of no consequence. What?? During the last ice age, which I think we can all agree was not human-induced, the area that is now New York lay under a sheet of ice a mile thick. Should mankind be around for the next ice age, which I personally doubt, will we all shrug our shoulders as the wall of ice approaches and ignore it simply because it’s a purely natural phenomenon? Surely we need to decide how we are going to survive global climate change rather than indulge in endless wrangles over the cause.

So does this mean that I believe climate change will cause the human race to be just one more species that goes extinct? There would be some justice in that, as we are, ourselves, causing the extinction of so many. But I cannot claim to believe that, per se, because there are simply not enough facts available. I think there’s certainly some chance of an extinction in our relatively near future, but possibly not. We have survived many disasters: plagues and pestilence, wars and famines, earthquakes and volcanoes. But seeing that an estimated 99% of all species which ever existed are now extinct, I certainly believe that we will not go on forever.

One day we will be gone, our Little Blue Dot will heal itself from all our depredations, and humankind will leave no more than a hiccup in the geologic history of Planet Earth.

That, I, proud skeptic, do believe.

© January 2016

About the Author

I was born and raised in England. After graduation from college there, I moved to the U.S. and, having discovered Colorado, never left. I have lived in the Denver-Boulder area since 1965, working for 30 years at IBM. I married, raised four stepchildren, then got divorced after finally, in my forties, accepting myself as a lesbian. I have been with my wonderful partner Betsy for thirty years. We have been married since 2013.