Sunday, December 1, 2019

On Not Being Shy About My Beliefs In A Christian Family

It's probably wrong of me to enjoy a somber role. Probably. Good thing I don't believe in sin, original or otherwise.

But I enjoy being responsible for the prayer over my family's Thanksgiving Day supper.

Realize that I'm the only pagan in a predominantly Christian family (and not shy about it either), and you begin to see why. It's a little moment, a few scarce minutes I can take, to share what I believe.

Before I was responsible for it, whomever handled it chose stereotypical (and sometimes overly repetitive) Christian phraseological signs of gratitude and faith. Since I've taken over, it has been unique every year, and more far reaching.

I think a few years ago, I actually read some Thoreau. I know I've done Emerson before. Several times it's been passages from my UU hymnal, in which both Thoreau and Emerson are featured.

This year, I've been a bit more overt...
I believe in the Fire
I believe in the rain
I believe in the earth
I believe in the oak
the willow
the pine
and the ash

I thank the gods for what they have given me
I thank the gods for what they have taken from me

I thank the gods for what they will give me
and I thank the gods for what they will from me

I thank the gods for the breath that I breathe and I thank the gods for the earth that I walk
I thank the gods for the body in which I, my spirit, resides

I thank the gods for all that has been done and will be done.

And I didn't get any complaints or comments about my use of deity pluralism.



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