This Labor Day Weekend I joined Patience and our waggle of whippets on the maiden trip in our motor home to the dog shows in Amana, Iowa. The experience reminded me of something I wrote after my last dog show - the Eastern Specialties in Atlanta GA in 2005.
Faith allows us to embrace what evidence cannot
provide.Faith (religion) can give
us a belief; evidence (science) gives us facts.No judgment is implied in this statement.
Faith that is rigid and strictly defined by sacred texts, by
its own definition, cannot be open to new knowledge and is obligated to reject
anything that contradicts the texts upon which it is based.The faithful are convinced that they
have the only real truth about our world and will not accept any other views.
Science questions what it knows and looks for contradictions
that it must prove or disprove, and is willing to adjust its conclusions
according to the evidence.“Authority” is constantly tested.
There is another “type” of faith, one where sacred texts are
used to find meaning and inspiration about life, and not as a source of
absolute truths, often reinforced by personal spiritual or transcendent
experiences.The faithful seek a
relationship with a God they know, (or hope) is there, with complete love and
commitment.They are willing to
acknowledge that others may find this God in other ways.
Regardless of how one approaches this notion of faith, it
remains a personal belief system and not one to be imposed on anyone else.If there is a caring, loving Supreme
Being, then there must be room in His tent for everyone.To deny that it to limit Him with our
human frailties’ and fears.
How grateful I am to be able to say that about myself.It has been a privilege to live a life
of my own design, to choose the work I felt called to do, and pursue it,
unfettered by outside demands.Some consider the choices I've made courageous, and others think them
foolish; I see them as neither.I
can take no credit for being brave or wise; I was simply doing what I was meant
to do.The seeds that grew the
temperament needed for me to make these decisions were sown at my conception
and lovingly nurtured by parents.All that remained for me to do was take advantage of what had been given
I don’t remember what
prompted it, but my dear sweet wife looked me directly in the eyes and said,
“You’re a friggin Pollyanna”. (She has such a way with words.)And
as many of us know, Patience is always right.I freely admit it.As my wife so eloquently pointed out, I look at the world through
I guess I have always been a
Pollyanna.The few times I’ve
tried to change have never been successful.So I happily accept my lot, and in fact, am quite proud
of it. Admittedly, there is always the risk of being disappointed and/or
deceived by people or circumstances, however the advantages more than make up
for the occasional slights.
I think Pollyannas are
generally happier than others because they usually find the good in people and
circumstances, giving them a measure of enjoyment the non-Pollyanna might
miss.And Pollyannas are fun to be
around; they cast a positive light on everything, even if it is not entirely
Only as a Pollyanna could I
have left my medical practice to be an artist, and 12 years later at age 53,
open a medical practice in the barn on our farm.And only a Pollyanna could pick up and move 900 miles from
family and friends to be part of an artist relocation program that had nothing
to offer but hope.My rose colored
glasses have served me quite well and I have no intention of taking them off.
My art reflects the world I
see through these glasses.