I have been reading Amy Tan's pseudo-memoir called 'The opposite of fate'. Like other Amy Tan's works, this book is very good, full of her thoughts and musings about life. (It's pretty much how I aspire my blog entries to be)
Yesterday, I had my own thought regarding faith.
Amy Tan wrote that one of the differences between faith and fate is that with fate, you don't have any control, but with faith, you have the sense of control.
While singing in the choir last Sunday, I thought about how it seems that Indonesian Catholic Mass has more protocols to follow than that of a US Mass. In fact, it seems that Indonesian version of the liturgy (Baptism, Mass, etc) seems to have more protocols in general. More bows here and there, certain clothing to wear and certain mannerism in performing things.
It seems to be a more respectful way of doing Mass rather than the more casual way that I am used to do here.
Then I thought about how comforting it is to have many protocols to follow. Similar to the many (intricate too, I must say) Chinese engagement protocols.
Protocols give us the comforting feeling that we are somehow in control of the situation. If only we follow all of the protocols, we will be fine. We will have good relationship with God, receive His blessings and our Chinese marriage will go well. If anything goes slightly wrong, we can pinpoint the one protocol that we didn't execute properly and lay the blame on it.
In a way, it becomes like the Pharisees and their love of rules and protocols.
However, there is something to be said of receiving undeserving blessings.
I thought about the time when I wasn't so sure about what I should do. When I didn't know which voices I should listen to and which manual I should follow to be a good daughter of God. When it seems that all teachings are good, and yet at the same time, they are somewhat contradictory with each other.
Little did I know that those were one of the best times in my faith life.
In the midst of all the confusion, I tried hard to listen to the voice of God, but it seems like it get mixed up with all of the audible messages that I heard from the people around me. So I "froze", and tried to do my best to make my way through this jungle called life. In a time like that, when I wasn't completing my long checklist of to-do things that's required to be a good person, I was showered with God's blessing.
I didn't remember what the exact blessing was, or even when it happened. But I do remember how it felt. It felt so liberating, and I felt so secure in His love. It taught me that God is bigger than my to-do checklist. And that in the most undeserving time, He called upon my name and remembered me. I got a glimpse of what it felt like to be one of the lepers that Jesus touched 2000 years ago. In a world where many people ask 'What's in it for me' before doing something for others, it felt very humbling to be be touched when you have absolutely nothing to offer back. It taught me that God's blessing is not tied to how many points I accumulated from my to-do checklist. And most importantly, it taught me that God is not tied to a person, event, place or situation. God is truly everywhere and it has always been between you and God.
There is a danger that when somebody does many things to serve Him, they started to lose sights on what it was originally for. And that when they receive His blessings, they feel that they somehow deserve it. After all, they already did all of those things.
At least once in your lifetime, I hope that you will experience the joy of getting God's blessings when you feel you least deserve it. When it happened, it could be a small thing that passes by uneventfully. But in the hindsight, it would be one of the most powerful lesson that you would learn.
I know that all of the things that I learnt were cliches. Those are the things that all religious education teachers teach their students. But nothing drives home the lessons like your own experience!
Time and time again, I kept being reminded that no matter what, unless by my own will, I will never lose God. And I am grateful for a patient Teacher who never loses faith in His students.
~ G