“Are you religious?” is a question I am often asked, and one that I ask others, too.
It would seem that this question has always contained significant signalling power. It is in a sense a way of ask “are you like me? do we have common ground to discuss certain topics, or would a discussion be more or less a waste of time?”
In my case, however, I don’t ask it for this reason because with rare exception, I know that regardless of the answer, there is unlikely to be much pre-existing common ground. I ask the question rather to get an understanding of what a person thinks religious faith is rather than to determine of we share a religious faith. The nature of the answer is more telling in most cases than the substance.
Back in Arkansas, where I was born and spent the first 22 years of my life, the question would often meet with incredulity–as in “how dare you assume I might not be religious!” and those who were not religious tended to be more stridently so than they might have been had they been living in say a New York intellectual circle. In Chile, the answer is often “well obviously I’m Catholic, but I’m not very religious.” That’s one of my favorite responses, and is a stinging critique of a century of stagnation of thought at the Vatican and in Roman Catholicism.
In the intellectual and entrepreneurial world, however, the most common response is agnosticism followed by “spiritual but not religious” with a vocal minority of unreserved atheists. The more I move in increasingly diverse circles, I am encountering more answers, but the foregoing nevertheless still represent the majority view.
In a certain sense, though, there are really only two religious/spiritual views and everything else is just a matter of detail. Those two views are humility and arrogance.
The Flying Spaghetti Monster crowd and the Flame-Throwing Southern Baptists are essentially the same people, arrested in their need for certainty where none exists, and inventing one instead. At least the atheists are honest about their lack of faith–the hyper-conservative evangelical Christians are in denial about it. Faith is simply unnecessary if you are certain. Indeed, there can be no faith without doubt, and no strong faith without strong doubt. If you walk into the average Southern Baptist Church in America, though, you will be told that you need to “know that you know that you know that you are saved,” whatever that means. But it pretty decidedly means that you are supposed to know something for sure.
The doubting crowds, however, from all walks of life, are in a sense full of faith. Agnostics are in a sort of via negativa way the most faithful of all. The implicit view of agnosticism is “I don’t know if there’s a God or not, but if there is, I assume he’s not out to zap me and wouldn’t damn me to hell for eternity for not believing in him.” This is a rather potent form of faith.
Faith, then, in my estimation, is a form of trust rather than about holding “beliefs” about the validity of truth propositions. Christian faith is not about believing, in a rationalistic sense, the truth proposition of the Virgin Birth or the Resurrection, but about trusting that the world is organized in such a way that doing unto others as you would have them do unto you works out in the end. Christian faith is about trusting that if you submit yourself completely to the Law of Love, that you are going to be better off, even when at the margin there are strong incentives to do otherwise. Christian faith is about trusting that if you take up your cross and follow the path of Jesus, laying down your life in sacrifice for others, that YOU will, in the final judgment of your life, in that moment before your death, say “I have no regrets.”
This sort of faith is precisely what is characterized by St Paul’s definition of it being “the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” It has nothing to do with beliefs in truth propositions at all, but hopes for that which has not yet transpired, contingent upon a certain way of living.
But I would go even further, at least in my own personal case. I would say that for me, the Christian faith is about a vocation, a calling to become Christian. A calling that cannot be answered with words, but with actions, and one that is never actually answered entirely, for it is a calling that I am ultimately incapable of answering perfectly, and therefore requires of me daily humble submission to that which is greater, that all-encompassing God of Love, against whose backdrop I am a small and selfish finite being. The Christian vocation for me is a calling to transcend my finitude and my biology, and attempt to live not just marginally differently, but radically differently.
St Paul writes that each person must work out their faith “with fear and trembling.” There would be no need to do this if there were demonstrable certainties. Indeed, the right use of religious institutions ought to be to provide a framework for each individual to do this difficult work, a place to share the struggle, and a few basic shared principles by which that shared struggle may be continued unceasingly, even in the face of dire hardship.
It is for this reason that St Augustine gave his famous admonition “in essentials, unity. in non-essentials, liberty. in all things, charity.” Yet contemporary religion and atheism alike have turned all things into essentials. There is little room for liberty of thought without the shrieks of judgment. There is no room in most intellectual and scientific circles to ponder the concept of YHWH and the compatibility of this transcendent everything-ness with mathematics and physics. There is no room in most intellectual circles in the West today to question whether the Tinder hook-up culture is really good for the spirit or not.
There is no room in most conservative Christian circles to question whether the institution of marriage as it is currently defined has out-lived its practical usefulness and is instead damning millions of people to misery and lack of fulfillment in their lives. There is no room in most such circles to say “you know, it seems that anthropology, psychology, philosophy, and science have a lot to say about our religion–maybe we should start questioning everything in light of 2,000 years of discoveries in these fields and update our maps of reality accordingly, while preserving the essential tenets of our faith: love and mercy.”
Christians are obsessed with the little miracles like Jesus healing the blind or turning water into wine and they miss the tremendous miracle that when faced with death he could have called his followers to arms and started a revolution, but instead chose to die painfully and ignominiously as the Prince of Peace.
Most people who identify themselves as Christians are just Greek Pagans who believe in Zeus and think of Jesus as being born from Zeus’s forehead like Athena, rather than grasping the actual message of Christ that God isn’t some guy up in the sky meddling in the lives of humans for his own amusement, but is rather this overwhelming force of Love and Good who moves and works inside of the heart of each person, and whose power can be manifested by all people, even though very few will do the work to see it happen in their own lives.
–that we are all adopted as Sons and Daughters of God, all of us, equally brothers and sisters to Christ himself. It is odd how this clear and powerful teaching of Paul is shoved to the side while sanctimonious moral legalists condemn gays and lesbians for a biological reality they themselves cannot even possibly imagine living.
No, no, the Christianity we see today is just a Paganism that has adopted the names and trappings of Christianity, and has made idols out of customs and two-dimensional characters. It is a sad cult of nationalism which bears no resemblance to that blessed and historic religion whose highest ideal was the brotherhood of all men, the service of each other in love and humility, the sacrifice of the self for others, peace to everyone, and a spiritual mode of living rather than a materialistic one. For the evangelical American churches, their only God is their belly, and their hatred of their fellow human–immigrant, refugee, and Muslim–is a shame to the faith of the martyrs.
And yet I cannot claim to be a Christian. I am not one. I want to become one. On my best days, I am trying to become one. But most days I am sliding right back toward my nature and away from that goal. My faith is that this attempt of becoming will not be in vain, and that even though I will likely never reach the goal, my path toward it will yield for me a better life than any other path would have. It is a faith that cannot be proven or disproven until after the fact, in hindsight. Only looking back will I be able to determine if it was a faith well-placed or not. And that is the risk of taking what Kierkegaard described as the “leap of faith.” It is gravely risky. It might not pay off. But I’m trusting that it will, and I’m trying to organize my life on the assumption that it will.
I want to close by sharing a prayer that I think could only have been prayed by somebody with such a view of faith as this one–the prayer is entitled “For Order a Life Wisely,” by St Thomas Aquinas.
O merciful God, grant that I may
and bring to perfect completion
whatever is pleasing to You
for the praise and glory of Your name.
Put my life in good order, O my God.
Grant that I may know what You require me to do.
Bestow upon me the power to accomplish Your will,
as is necessary and fitting for the salvation of my soul.
Grant to me, O Lord my God,
that I may not falter in times of prosperity or adversity,
so that I may not be exalted in the former, nor dejected in the latter.
May I not rejoice in anything unless it leads me to You;
may I not be saddened by anything unless it turns me from You.
May I desire to please no one, nor fear to displease anyone, but You.
May all transitory things, O Lord, be worthless to me
and may all things eternal be ever cherished by me.
May any joy without You be burdensome for me
and may I not desire anything else besides You.
May all work, O Lord, delight me when done for Your sake
and may all repose not centered in You be ever wearisome for me.
Grant unto me, my God,
that I may direct my heart to You
and that in my failures I may ever feel remorse for my sins
and never lose the resolve to change.
O Lord my God, make me
submissive without protest,
poor without discouragement,
chaste without regret,
patient without complaint,
humble without posturing,
cheerful without frivolity,
mature without gloom,
and quick-witted without flippancy.
O Lord my God, let me fear You without losing hope,
be truthful without guile,
do good works without presumption,
rebuke my neighbor without haughtiness,
strengthen him by word and example.
Give to me, O Lord God, a watchful heart, which no capricious thought can lure away from You.
Give to me a noble heart, which no unworthy desire can debase.
Give to me a resolute heart, which no evil intention can divert.
Give to me a stalwart heart, which no tribulation can overcome.
Give to me a temperate heart, which no violent passion can enslave.
Give to me O Lord my God,
understanding of You,
diligence in seeking You,
wisdom in finding You,
discourse ever pleasing to You,
perseverance in waiting for You,
and confidence in finally embracing You.
Grant that with Your hardships I may be burdened in reparation here,
that Your benefits I may use in gratitude upon the way,
that in Your joys I may delight by glorifying You in the Kingdom of Heaven.
You Who live and reign, God, world without end.
Tamarind Hall provides a Thai alternative to all the Italian spots in San Francisco’s North Beach.
The story: Salisa Skinner grew up in a traditional Bangkok home where the women filled the kitchen with delicious food and where Asian children were encouraged to pursue professional careers. So Skinner graduated with a law degree and clerked at a Silicon Valley law firm until her passion for cooking drew her to make a career shift and become a first-time restaurateur, opening Tamarind Hall in the former King of Thai Noodles location in North Beach.
Why I went: I was invited as a guest of the house to check out the four-month-old restaurant, which specializes in Thai cuisine that Skinner grew up with in Northern Thailand. I’ve been on a Thai cuisine education after a couple of eye-opening mealsin Portland earlier this year, and wanted to explore the Thai food scene in the Bay Area. I convinced my friend Christina of East Bay Dish to cross the bay and check out Tamarind Hall with me for dinner.
Curry and roti dip ($8), nice crispy roti slices and homemade green and massaman curry sauces.
Thai Mango Mojito ($10) with Bacardi mango, lime juice, soda and fresh mango
The vibe: The large restaurant with an equally large bar has a contemporary and slick decor with typical dark woods and exposed lighting. Skinner wanted to emphasize a theme of strong women so paintings of Thai female kick boxers dominate the walls. The crowd is young and very much the North Beach/Marina vibe, but many seem to greet Skinner like regulars. But that’s no surprise as Skinner makes a point of getting to know every customer. Although she developed the menu and does cook on most nights, she can also be found in the dining room making customers feel welcome.
The booze: With such a large bar, Skinner made sure she backed it up with a full bar program, including several specialty cocktails that put a Thai or Southeast Asian twist to standards like Tom Collins (called a Thai Collins) or mojito (a mango-flavored version here). While we tried the Mango Mojito, Siamese G-Spot (tequila and St. Germaine with lychee and grapefruit), and Thai Collins (all for $10 each), I found the drinks were pretty but a bit lacking in punch. The drinks are rounded out with bottled beer and wine by the glass.
Thai Collins ($10) with Sapphire, lime, cucumber and palm sugar
Yam makua yao ($12) or grilled eggplant salad with cooked duck eggs
The menu: While there’s typical Thai dishes like Pad See You or Panang Curry, Skinner adds a lot of childhood favorites, many often common street food like pork sausages in lettuce wraps or roasted chicken plates. Skinner was an excellent host and recommended several favorite dishes, and a few of them were new to me so it’s always fun exploring Thai cuisine and going beyond the flat rice noodles or curry. One interesting dish was the Yam Makua Yao ($12), a gluten-free dish of smoky grilled eggplant served in a tart vinaigrette with cooked duck eggs, mint and coriander. It was definitely one of the prettiest dishes, and while I’m not an eggplant fan, they were cooked in a way that wasn’t as mushy as I’ve found eggplant to be. Christina had this traditional Thai dish at Portland’s Pok Pok, and she said Skinner’s version would have been better if the eggplant pieces were cut smaller.
Another common Thai dish is the Gay Yang Som Tum ($17), which is a roasted chicken rice plate. Skinner serves up a roasted chicken leg and thigh, the meat nice and tender, and served with sticky rice and dipping sauces and papaya salad.
Side note: Christina thought it was interesting that they never asked how spicy we wanted the dishes. So not sure if all the dishes came with just one spice level or if we were given the “safe route” but we definitely felt some of the dishes could have benefited from a bit more heat.
Sai Ua and Namprik Noom ($13) or grilled Northern Thai chicken sausage with spicy young pepper relish, pork cracklings and sticky rice with lettuce for wraps
Phuket-style crab meat khanom jeen ($14) before it gets tossed at the table.
My favorite dish: A unique dish to me and another popular Thai dish right now according to Skinner was the Phuket-style Crab Meat Khanom Jeen ($14). A bowl of lump crab in lemongrass-based curry is brought out with a plate of vermicelli rice noodles. Skinner then tossed the curry in the noodles at the table, and it was a pleasing curry that was nice with the rice noodles. But what I really liked were the bits of chopped pickles and herbs like fresh basil and mint, which added a perk of flavors with the curry. This was a refined and subtle dish that was a surprise to me.
The last bite: Skinner, with no experience in the restaurant business, has created a welcoming and first-class Thai restaurant in a sea of Italian spots in North Beach. The diversity of the menu expands your image of Thai food. While the cocktail program needs to catch up with the food, Tamarind Hall is a welcoming gathering place.
A closer look at the roasted chicken thigh and leg from the Gai Yang Som Tum plate ($17)
Papaya salad served along with sticky rice on the Gai Yang Som Tum chicken plate.
Since I was a guest of the host, I’m not giving my usual rating. This isn’t necessarily a destination spot, but it’s worth checking out if you’re planning to be in North Beach. Thanks to Skinner for being a gracious host!
The deets: Tamarind Hall Thai Street Food and Bar, 1268 Grant Ave. (at Vallejo), San Francisco. PH: 415.866.6337. Open daily for lunch and dinner. Reservations, major credit cards accepted. www.tamarindhall.com
Our meal ended with this coconut sorbet
One of the prominent women kick boxing paintings in the dining room.