“Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people”.
– Karl Marx (a translation from A Contribution to the Critique of Hegel’s Philosophy of Right)
I asked my sister last night, “What is faith for you right now?”
How would you answer that question?
Maybe your answer includes
- includes a higher power
- that you trust good things come in time
- believing the best in people, companies, and governments
or maybe faith is hog-wash, a waste, a fool’s errand…
Forward-Moving-Blindness is my answer. Faith to me right now is being blind and moving towards the next thing.
I don’t buy into “blind faith” like a naive child. I also don’t buy into “blind faith” as trusting a bad process that continually goes poorly.
The blind faith that grabs me, stretches me from comfort into growth; that unsure, human motion, that guides me onward feels like trust. It feels like grace.
Blind faith, which I walk in now, is an incredibly trying part of my adult life that I never wished to come to feels like surrender.
This concoction of trust and grace and surrender melt and marinate into hope.
Hope that declares the Good is here, and that the Good is also to come. This Forward-Moving-Blindness is leading me into the light. While I stumble now, believing the best is ahead of me, I will see the path clearly as I reflect on this journey in years to come.
The Angelus Novus, a monoprint done by Paul Klee in 1920, has been interpreted by Walter Benjamin to be flying backwards into the unknown future. While watching the events of the past pile unwind and barrel down towards his feet.
The “blind faith” I have believes that while the future is unknowable, I can be reborn into newness of life, and watch the blessed events unfold at my feet.