My Religion Is…
I read this blog this morning (I urge you to click the link and read the short story) and thought about a lesson I learned from my mother at an early age. She always said it was a tenet of our religion to participate in social action or volunteering. I never questioned it, I just lived it, as she did. So, at 15 I was a candy striper at a hospital. Later I volunteered at a Head Start program for preschoolers in the summer. As an adult I delivered Meals on Wheels for about 15 years. I don’t say this to brag about myself, I never saw these actions as extraordinary.
My religion made me do it, I guess I thought. The Dalai Lama pretty much summed it up beautifully. “My religion,” he said, “is kindness.” Today I’m not much into the practicing of any religion but I can and do embrace the one the Dalai Lama describes. My religion can be kindness. I can live without dogma, I do love the occasional tradition, but mostly I believe a dedication to each other would pretty much be the best of all religious tenets.
I invite you to join me in wishing for peace in the days ahead and leave you with this question: In this season of religious celebrations, if you had to sum up your religion in just one word, what would it be?