There are only two infinite polarities and they are Love and Fear. All of us are placed somewhere between these two. Total, infinite, unconditional love of a kind so magnificent that we cannot comprehend it, lies in one direciton. In the other, a fear so profound we cannot comprehend that either. Love presents us with no problems: fear most of the problems in the world, I suspect.
I’ve now reached the stage where I’m starting to comprehend – though it’s not a comprehension always in consciousness – that there is no such thing as coincidence, or ‘happen-chance’ or luck. Now, it’s a matter of Universal Laws of which I don’t really understand but am gaining an incling of. “Seek and you will find,” and sure enough you do start “finding.” The finding often comes as an insight.
Today I saw the film, Philoemena starring Judy Dench. The story is about the forceable abduction of illigitimate children from their mothers and their being adopted out for money; the money to be collected by the Church. The film was about this practice happening in Ireland though it happened in many parts of the world, including here in Australia. The suffering caused to these mothers was, and still is, enormous.
It occurred to me on the way home in the bus that the nuns and other clergy involved in this practice would be hard-pressed to realize the enormity of the suffering their actions caused. Being ‘chaste’ they would never have had children, so they would not be able to identify with parenthood. This was particularly so of nuns if they had come into the Church as very young women and had never even had a boyfriend let alone a sexual relationship.
In the movie the absolute bitterness of one nun, having been ‘chaste’ for a lifetime, came out. The anger at the unwed mothers who had ‘sinned’ by having sexual intercourse and becoming pregnant and the very probably repression of their own sexual thoughts let alone acts, led to such a ‘hardening of the heart’ that many of these women were pitiless not only because they could not feel empathy but were overwhelmed with repressed emotions concerning their own lack of freedom. Their own fear made them what they were.
So what were they afraid of? They were afraid of their own natural inclinations and desires. They were people torn. By torn I mean split asunder by wanting to ‘be good people and serve God’ – a concept in their minds, and the urges of nature. Quite likely many prayed for guidance on how to behave. But in a hierarchical structured organization such as the Roman Catholic Church, where what is handed down by the leaders becomes unquestioned by the lesser lights, it would be very difficult to not go along with what one is told to do.
Fear, you see. Fear of being found wanting by ‘the boss,’ be that boss the mother superior, the local bishop, an archbishop or even the Pope himself. No need to worry too much. What came down from on high had to be right. The Church was infallible.
This sort of unquestioning as to what is handed down as doctrine by the Church was well described in the forword of the play, Joan of Arc, by the famous playwright, George Bernard Shaw. Of course, we know what happened to Joan when she stated that her experiences of God were real. But I digress.
The point being made is that many people in organized religions are very much like politcians in a political party. They have to vote with the party policy as depicted by the a few leaders or else they are considered disloyal or worse, ‘blasthemous.’
Will the authorities in the churches ever step up and let their people have a ‘conscience vote’? Or will they always cling on to their power because they fear that if they lose that they lose themselves? Will they shift their polarity towards greater love, or stay where they are in their present degree of fear? Time will tell.