April 9 by The Running Son
by Jim Aldrich
In the post “From Southern Baptist to Tantric Yoga? Never!“, I gave a few reasons why I created the RunningFather blog.
There is another important reason that I created the RFB: I “aint got no Home”.
See it from a Spiritual home angle. A Church. A radiating center of wisdom, fellowship and support. Another family, one concentric circle further out so to speak, encompassing my family and many more families and creating a whole new complex of interconnections.
A rather boyish view of a church home, maybe. Of course I was a teenager once. For a shameless spell, church was only about meeting the girls!
But not as a Lutheran. The Lutheran Missouri Synod church I grew up in was serious. Luther? He was a serious guy. And the Missouri Synod in particular was serious about Luther, and being serious. Still it was home on a macro level and it is that home-beyond-the-home that I think is important for people. The churches we call home play priceless social roles in the families within their umbrella.
Had I gone to University I might of made friends there to remain with me my entire life. As it played out, I gathered friends in the churches I attended, theologically passionate and squirrelly as we were back then. Yes back in the glory days, when God was reachable and we were bulletproof and completely and utterly free. Ahhhh….
Oh Please. Of course, being young and venomous and basically “arrows seeking targets”, we all ended up taking different spiritual Paths. One from the old gang is suffering the trials of Kundalini Rising as I write. Another is firmly planted in Eastern Orthodox Christianity just as he has been for many years. A third joined the Ordo Templi Orientis. Yet another couple of friends are lost to me, off in Greece or the Far East somewhere following their personal trail. Most though are Evangelical Christians going to Sunday service, Wednesday night Bible study, and living the family life.
Christianity wasn’t my ultimate home. I say this with a little sadness. What the bulk of my friends still have is a nucleus of familial and fraternal energy in the form of their church congregations and leadership. Churches provide a reference point and sounding board. They play the roles of Mother, Father, Teacher, Confessor and friend. Perhaps the neighborhood walk-to Catholic churches of Philadelphia or New Jersey are the best American examples of the potential centrality of the church’s role in family, and as family.
So one morning in February I woke up and created the RunningFather blog. I then went out into the webosphere and began sifting through billions and billions of bytes of Transpersonal truth and spread them out into the most natural set of categories I could muster. I think Carl Sagan himself might have smiled.
Sunday mornings? I’m probably here. There’s conversation to be had and thinking to do. But whether I’m bantering with “chuckles” Sue at scvincent.com, (the happiest person on WordPress) or meeting other genuine seekers like Michael at will2meaning.wordpress.com, I know this: there is no known means of measuring the value of these small human connections. And collectively, they all serve a much larger purpose, that of creating, for me, a virtual spiritual home.
VIDEO: Corey Haim in the bathtub singing, “Aint got no Home”