Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Om

Vivian - you may want to warn your fellow classmates at the mother's day out program. This piece was written by Lisa Miller for Newsweek. Jo mentioned it to me tonight. Here it is in it's entirety.

We Are All Hindus Now
By Lisa Miller | NEWSWEEK
Published Aug 15, 2009
From the magazine issue dated Aug 31, 2009
America is not a Christian nation. We are, it is true, a nation founded by Christians, and according to a 2008 survey, 76 percent of us continue to identify as Christian (still, that's the lowest percentage in American history). Of course, we are not a Hindu—or Muslim, or Jewish, or Wiccan—nation, either. A million-plus Hindus live in the United States, a fraction of the billion who live on Earth. But recent poll data show that conceptually, at least, we are slowly becoming more like Hindus and less like traditional Christians in the ways we think about God, our selves, each other, and eternity.

The Rig Veda, the most ancient Hindu scripture, says this: "Truth is One, but the sages speak of it by many names." A Hindu believes there are many paths to God. Jesus is one way, the Qur'an is another, yoga practice is a third. None is better than any other; all are equal. The most traditional, conservative Christians have not been taught to think like this. They learn in Sunday school that their religion is true, and others are false. Jesus said, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the father except through me."

Americans are no longer buying it. According to a 2008 Pew Forum survey, 65 percent of us believe that "many religions can lead to eternal life"—including 37 percent of white evangelicals, the group most likely to believe that salvation is theirs alone. Also, the number of people who seek spiritual truth outside church is growing. Thirty percent of Americans call themselves "spiritual, not religious," according to a 2009 NEWSWEEK Poll, up from 24 percent in 2005. Stephen Prothero, religion professor at Boston University, has long framed the American propensity for "the divine-deli-cafeteria religion" as "very much in the spirit of Hinduism. You're not picking and choosing from different religions, because they're all the same," he says. "It isn't about orthodoxy. It's about whatever works. If going to yoga works, great—and if going to Catholic mass works, great. And if going to Catholic mass plus the yoga plus the Buddhist retreat works, that's great, too."

Then there's the question of what happens when you die. Christians traditionally believe that bodies and souls are sacred, that together they comprise the "self," and that at the end of time they will be reunited in the Resurrection. You need both, in other words, and you need them forever. Hindus believe no such thing. At death, the body burns on a pyre, while the spirit—where identity resides—escapes. In reincarnation, central to Hinduism, selves come back to earth again and again in different bodies. So here is another way in which Americans are becoming more Hindu: 24 percent of Americans say they believe in reincarnation, according to a 2008 Harris poll. So agnostic are we about the ultimate fates of our bodies that we're burning them—like Hindus—after death. More than a third of Americans now choose cremation, according to the Cremation Association of North America, up from 6 percent in 1975. "I do think the more spiritual role of religion tends to deemphasize some of the more starkly literal interpretations of the Resurrection," agrees Diana Eck, professor of comparative religion at Harvard. So let us all say "om."
http://www.newsweek.com/id/212155?GT1=43002


Religious mash-ups. God!

Monday, August 17, 2009

v2.5

Vivian turned two-and-a-half yesterday.

We went out to get a bite with Amanda and Gordon who have moved to somewhere between the south pole and west Texas. On the way back, Jo and I were chatting. When we do that, sometimes Vivian gets a bit upset - specially if she feels that something is happening without her. So she pipes up from the back seat:

Vivian: "Daddy, mommy - stop talking"
Me: "Why?"
Vivian: "Because you are freaking me out"

She says things that surprise the heck out of me all the time.

Last week, Jo and Vivian came to the airport to get me. When Vivian spotted me, she came running on her tippy-toes, screaming "Daddy, daddy". I heard her and turned and she ran into my arms and wrapped herself tightly around my neck. It was a wonderful feeling that I will remember for a long time. The other people on my flight assumed that I was in Iraq for the last seven years or something.

This morning, it was time to go to Crossfit. I hadn't done [a] squat in two weeks, so I thought it prudent to try a couple at home first to loosen up, rather than deal with Jen's withering gaze and comments. Vivian stood next to me and did her squats. I usually take her to the gym at the end of Jo's workout to switch her off with Jo so I can work out. So she knows how to squat and lunge and do push-ups. Today Jen took some pictures of me looking like a dork in pain - I was in my third set with the girlie kettle bell (16 kg - yes Jo probably does pull-ups with them tied to her toes). I had to come back home and let Vivian watch Dora for half an hour while I napped on the living room floor. I think Vivian likes workout days.




Monday, August 03, 2009

What Happens in Austin...

Earlier this summer Nicolle turned a respectable age (I won't publish exactly how much). To celebrate, last week Jo and Nicolle and Michelle and Greta and Carol and Stacy and the Omaha girl cousins and more went to Las Vegas for a few days of debauchery. I was left holding Devyn and Vivian for the duration.

The girls did really well. There were no meltdowns and everything went even smoother than I expected. I plied them with movies, ice-cream, fries, and water activities. They painted, drew pictures, sang, danced, played, quarreled, and sometimes napped. In five days I did three loads of kid's laundry. And I taught Vivian to say "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas".

They busted the myth that two kids are easier to look after than one. Or even that two kids aren't twice as much work. Tomorrow I am off to Canada to hike in the Rockies. Boy - am I ready.

Neighbor Ava

A couple of months back something amazing happened. Our neighbors went off to Ethiopia to meet and bring Ava to Austin (not cousin Ava, but neighbor Ava). Vivian was primed and waiting. She had been explained the same-name-as-your-cousin bit. She had peeked in Ava's room. She had been to the baby shower. She would wake up every morning and look hopefully over in to the neighbors' and ask if Ava was there. And we'd say "Not yet, but soon".

Well - Vivian was fast asleep when Ava got home for the very first time - but they met soon after. Ava is a bundle of joyous wonder. Here are two pictures: from the day Ava arrived, and the day she turned one year old.