and he showed me an elephant.
This may or may not be a surprise but I am fascinated by faith. Not any one specific faith but the expression of it in general. There is a beauty in honest faith whether it be Catholic Mass or a Vodoun Priestess being ridden by Loa or any other ritual.
Some of the first images we made as humans were an expression of faith. An attempt to reach out to something beyond us. We still make those attempts. It’s mind blowing.
There is an old tale of the three blind yogis and the king. Three blind yogis are traveling when they come across an elephant. Each feels the elephant and declares that he knows what an elephant looks like. The first says “an elephant looks like a bat!” for he had the ear. The second says “an elephant looks like a tree you fool!” for he had the leg. The third said “You are both wrong and elephant is surely like a snake” for he had the trunk. They fell to arguing until the king happened by them. “Oh wise one.. surely you can enlighten us” The king looked at the elephant and said ” You are all correct for an elephant is like a bat, a tree and a snake and is none of these things”.
Religions are like that. We all have our piece of the elephant. It’s a beautiful thing to see others in joyous celebration of their elephant. Ok I think I have worn that to a nub.
Not all ritual is faith. Sometimes it’s just words and noises. But you know. You have seen a moment when someone’s faith shines out from them. Even if the only time you have experienced that is in your own church or mosque the next time you watch another religion’s celebration look for that spark. It’s probably there and once you see it you can’t unsee it everywhere. More than anything else it’s that amazing ability to reach beyond ourselves for something that binds us together. It’s like a song we all can sing. You may not know the words to my song but you get the harmony.