Book Openers: Huston Smith at 90 – Christian, Hindu, Buddhist, Muslim . . . Christian

Huston Smith c 2009 Huston Smith

Huston Smith c 2009

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Huston Smith doesn’t know it, but he’s been my mentor for the past decade and a half – ever since I took a job as  religion reporter at a local newspaper.

The religion beat has a steep learning curve, I quickly discovered, and Smith’s authoritative book The World’s Religions became my bible. It has remained so all these years.

Studying it, I often find myself trying to read between the lines – who is this man who speaks so fluently of Islam and Judaism, Hinduism and Taoism? What did he personally think of the many disparate religions he studied? Is he still a Christian? Did he ever practice any of the religions he studied?

Now I’m reading Smith’s most recent book, an autobiography, Tales of Wonder: Adventures Chasing the Divine, written with Jeffery Paine. And I’m getting some answers.

In a chapter entitled “My Three Other Religions” Smith reveals that he “never met a religion I did not like.” Indeed, he practiced Hinduism unconditionally for ten years, followed by ten years of Buddhism, and ten years of Islam — all this without ever forsaking the Christianity of his missionary parents.

He was not following a checklist, Smith writes. He simply found these wisdom traditions, each in its turn, fitting.

"Tales of Wonder," written with Jeffery Paine

"Tales of Wonder," begins with Smith's boyhood in China as the son of Methodist missionary parents.

And, “the proper response to a major spiritual tradition, if you can truly see it, may be to practice it. With each new religion I entered into, I descended (or ascended?) into hidden layers within myself that, until then, I had not known were even there.”

Now, at 90, and living in an assisted living facility in Berkeley, not far from the house in the hills he shared until recently with Kendra, his wife of 65 years, Smith’s reports that he’s finally found a mantra that suits him. He repeats it under his breath in the bathroom and in the assisted living elevator.

It’s “God, you are so good to me.”

After a lifetime of studying and teaching, investigating and deliberating, how simple it has finally become, he writes. “I have forgotten more about the various religions than I knew in the first place. All that is left of my study of them is . . . me.”

But for me, as Huston Smith’s anonymous mentee, the most wrenching words in this book are in the epilogue. They brought me to tears:

“Soon it will be time to say good-bye,” Smith writes. “Good-bye to you, dear reader . . . Although we never met in person, you were like a friend, the thought of whom spurred me to my best efforts.”

Tales of Wonder: Adventures Chasing the Divine, an autobiography, by Huston Smith with Jeffery Paine, HarperOne, 2009, $25.99.

© 2009  Barbara Falconer Newhall

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A Case of the Human Condition: Scrubbing the Floor with My Daughter Cinderella

We still treasure our copy of Disney's VHS release of its "Cinderella" animated feature.

We still treasure our copy of Disney's VHS release of its "Cinderella" animated feature.

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

The Oakland Tribune, February 26, 1989

 ”I want to scrub the floor,” said Christina.

“What?”

“I want to scrub the floor.”

There was no getting around it. Christina, who is 51/2, intended to wash our kitchen floor. She had been studying her “Cinderella” videotape for weeks, and now she wanted nothing more than to scrub.

Where had I gone wrong?

When she was 4, Christina liked to wash dishes. When she was 2, she asked Santa to bring her a broom for Christmas.

I arranged for a little broom and dustpan to appear under the tree that year. But I was worried.

Can a woman who actually likes to clean house be taken seriously? Can she get elected chairman of the board if she has to get home to do the dishes? Can she discover a cure for Alzheimer’s if her mind is on the furniture polish and the oven cleaner?

When Christina’s godmother saw the little broom, she, too, was nonplussed. “Barbara, you’re a terrible mother.”

Nancy was laughing, but she wasn’t kidding. Her own daughter, Liz is only 11. She can play the trumpet, speak Spanish, and has plans for a career in veterinary medicine. Liz will never be stuck with the dishes.

But Christina was born to clean. When she was 15 months, old, she emptied out the contents of her big brother’s sock drawer, like any normal toddler.

Trouble is, she then painstakingly restored every last sock to the drawer, while I looked on in dismay.

And now, at 5 ½, Christina is ready to move on to scrubbing floors.

Where will it all end? At 28, will she wind up in the suburbs with three kids and an adoring husband who showers her with diamonds and Maytags?

My feminist friends and I used to call it the Cinderella fantasy. As we saw it, the woman who entertains the Cinderella fantasy hopes to get by in life by winning the love of a man of means and living happily – and affluently – ever after.

That fantasy might have worked in the ’50s, but it is pretty much obsolete in the ’80s.

Three kids and a Maytag are easy enough to acquire. But husbands who can afford diamonds, let alone devoted full-time wives, are in short supply.

A woman can still get a husband if she is so inclined, but she also will need to get a job.

How do I break the news to Christina? How do I prepare her for the realities of the year 2003?

Christina has been watching that “Cinderella” tape day in and day out. She has learned all the songs and memorized the details of Cinderella’s ball gown and Cinderella’s rags outfit.

And now Christina was standing there in our kitchen, looking up at me wistfully. Just back from the dress-up trunk, she had a lacy skirt tied around her waist and a second frothy thing tied around her bodice.

Clearly, she was in Cinderella mode.

“Well,” I sighed. “If you’re going to wash floors, you will need to take off your ball gown. I don’t think Cinderella would do her cleaning in her best dress.”

“Oh, right. Of course,” enthused Christina. She raced off to her bedchamber to put away the royal finery.

Later, I made a beeline for my bookcase and my Bruno Bettelheim. Ah, yes. There it was, “The Uses of Enchantment” – a psychoanalytic treatment of sleeping beauties and knights in shining armor.

Inside, everyone was there. Hansel and Gretel, Little Red Riding Hood, Goldilocks, the Three Little Pigs – and Cinderella.

Christina, if I was reading my Bettelheim correctly, was in the midst of a phase-specific psychosocial crisis.

She was not, it turned out, moving toward a life of passivity and treacly femininity as I had feared. On the contrary. With the help of Cinderella, my little Christina was resolving her Oedipal conflicts, accepting her femininity and addressing the issue of sibling rivalry.

She was moving out from Mommy. She was seeking a place for herself in the real world.

But as a scrub woman?

We got out the rag mop and the bucket. Together, in our Cinderella rags, we sloshed around the kitchen floor. Soaping and rinsing. Soaping and rinsing. Finally, the floor was clean.

Hey, this was fun.

Like the man said, sometimes a dirty floor is just a dirty floor.

© 1989 The Oakland Tribune

Christina is 28 years old now, and there is neither a husband nor a floor mop in her life. I’ve finally figured out what all that Cinderella role playing was about. My daughter is a storyteller. At 28, she wants nothing more than to concoct stories for television.

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GodsBigBlog: Does a Teacher Have the Right to Wear a Muslim Headscarf? A Nun’s Habit? A Sikh’s Turban? Not in Every State

Three states still have laws on the books prohibiting public school teachers from wearing religious garments in the classroom.

According to the Associated Press, the century-old bans were originally aimed at Catholic clergy and religious. But more recent attempts by a Muslim and a Sikh to strike down these laws have failed.

For details, check out the Associated Press report.

What do you think? Do teachers have the right to wear religious garments in the classroom? Or is their wearing of a headscarf, a turban, or a priest’s collar an establishment of  religion in the schools?

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GodsBigBlog: Hunger in America — It’s Real

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c 2009 B.F. Newhall

My writer colleague Laura Willis reports from Sewannee, Tennessee, that the economic crisis is hitting people pretty hard in the Southern Cumberland Plateau. 

Her organization, the Community Action Committee of Otey Parish, was expecting 200 families to show up for its Second Harvest Food Bank on August 15. 

Six hundred families showed up.

The CAC was able to provide groceries for 450 families — but turned away 150.

Two hundred volunteers gave away 18,000 pounds of food that day. And many families waited in line for as long as four hours.

Photographer Stephen Alvarez made a video of the hundreds of working poor standing in line. (Scroll past Alvarez’s wonderful photos to the bottom of the page to get to the video. I had to click on the hi def option to get it going.)

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