As Children, We Learn

As children, we look to our parents as guides and mentors.  When we have an issue or question, we seek them for guidance through suggestions or aid in resolution.  Parents who find a way to give their children this raising are among those that have done their job for the next generation.  Providing shelter and nutrition is a given, but the molding of their children is the most important part of being a parent.  It is our only path to immortality.

For me, my parents split shortly after my fifth birthday, so their influence on my life was quite divided.  On top of this, a couple of step parents were introduced into the mix, so the ingredients were multiplied.  However, I lived with my father and his new wife, which was uncommon in those days.  My mother had rights to my sister and me, but for her own reasons, we only saw her on the occasional weekend.

My sister and I were raised in the environment of my father and his new wife and we learned that the worship of God was a central part of our lives.  It was in a Protestant fashion as my father sought to find the right church for the fellowship that worked for him.  So, many churches are tested and attended over the years until we settled into a church that was somewhat disconnected from the denominations of the Evangelical churches.

This affected my first twenty years as the doctrines were often the same in those congregations, but I found subtle differences.  It was the practice in one church that only members were allowed communion.  Or to become a member, baptism had to occur in that building.  Another church worshiped without music or musical accompaniment, so the songs were sung a cappella.  Different spotlights were focused on various details in order to support these doctrinal differences.  It was often very confusing.

I attempted to satisfy the wishes of others in their beliefs and accepted what they were preaching, but my young mind was twisted in the labyrinth of hedges which were filled with thorns.  As I have stated before, my hometown’s hierarchy was based on the particular church that one attended, so those doctrines became the structure of the town and its social context.  I was left with an understanding of each as I had attended several.  I had even reached the point when I was baptized six separate times.  All this understanding should have left me with an advantage in such a construct, but it only worked to isolate me further.

At a later point, I will dive back into the idea of how these different views and doctrines left some scars that I continue to try to heal.  For now, the primary purpose is to reflect on the swirl of so many different doctrines at a time when most are focused on a single system.  In my father’s search for the right group, I became the beneficiary of a treasure trove of knowledge from many sources on the subject of doctrines.  Of course, at the time, I was just a struggling teenager looking for a path toward a productive future.  Headstrong and stubborn, I stumbled through high school as the awkward nerd with a few memorable moments of friends.

By the time I had reached the age of twenty, I was lost.  I had no idea of what to believe, what to follow, or what doctrine was right.  I began my search.  I decided that the first twenty years would be the collection years and the next twenty would be the search for my own way.  I stopped going to church.  I left my faith in that institution behind.  This turning point was marked by lost friends and connections that left because I would not join their church.  My importance to them ended with my rejection of inclusion into their social group.  I intended to use the next twenty years to find my own truths.

Those years are nearly over.  The clutter of so many doctrines created in me a drive to find the answers.  I entered college with the intent to become an engineer or perhaps a graphic designer.  However, I had a chance to take a few religion courses in those first years.  I thought that maybe I could find some truths in the histories of the different doctrines.  By the time that I completed my degree, I had taken to the past with so much fervor that I earned a degree in Classical Humanities with a minor in Comparative Religions.  I had learned the sources of the material and I feel that I am closer to the answers.

In fact, with the last year of my twenty year quest before me, I have actually started to touch upon the other religions of the world.  I have come to learn more about the faith systems outside the Judeo-Christian based systems.  Now the question is: Am I satisfied with the knowledge?  No.  I will continue to search, find, and acquire all that I can about these matters.  The formulation of my own heart’s beliefs is nearly complete and I plan to share it with others.

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About I Write Irate

For me, this is a personal exploration into a part of me that has been silent for years. It is an opinion. It is an expression. It is who I am. The revelations will come and the patient reader will enjoy the craft displayed. I offer a challenge: Read this and you will come to understand a voice that speaks to the heart of the issue. It can reveal a compassion that some have left behind. Enjoy.

2 responses to “As Children, We Learn”

  1. Alex Jones says :

    A good thoughtful read. Knowledge is dead until it can be used in life as practical activity. If it is anything like the Church of England that I once visited then the individual feels like a spectator than a feeling of involvement, which is useless.

    • I Write Irate says :

      Excellent way of putting it. The motions that social groups will go through to complete their rituals. There is little difference between the activities of primitive cultures and this. One base reason as to why these groups don’t like evolution…they aren’t part of that process.

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