Superstition is the religion of feeble minds – Edmund Burke
I wonder, sometimes, how I am supposed to make my superstitious personality work with my faith. As a Christian, I feel that the relationship with God and Jesus should allow me to release my fears and irraitionalities to Them, and have faith that I will be ok. I often quote Matthew’s Gospel to people who are stressing out at work, to help them have perspective about things:
Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life (chapter 6 verses 25-27)
Thats some good stuff.
But still, when I drive to get my cancer test every year, I make sure that I drive the same way. I tend to avoid wearing certain clothes and I tend to go the same route home. It is a routine, sure. But it is a routine that I actually am scared to break. As if by deviating, I can somehow get cancer again.
When I am cooking and I have some salt on my hands and I spill some, I secretly panick a little bit. Whoa, Am i sposed to throw some over my shoulder? Shoot, which shoulder was it? I don’t even understand why I am supposed to do this. If I throw it over the wrong shoulder, is that even worse?
Superstition is defined by the Wikipedia as “the belief that events are influenced by specific behaviors, without having a causal relationship.” Webster further defines it “a belief or practice resulting from ignorance, fear of the unknown, trust in magic or chance, or a false conception of causation”
But as a Christian, and as an educated person, I have to know that the route I take to the clinic, or the salt I spill will not lead to my death, injury, or relapse. I know that I can look up the reasons for these silly beliefs and scoff at the siliness of our ancestors. But that still doesn’t mean I don’t go out of my way to adhere my gut reaction to avoid walking under ladders. I have never broken a mirror on purpose. I still pause and worry (just a little) about my Mom’s back whenever I step on a crack.
How many girls out there, whether through tradition or superstition, make certin that they have
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
Rationally, this would not cause someone’s marriage to fall apart. Right? Do you knock on wood? Does that actually help anything?
God is not trite. Jen said that once. These little things are trite reactions that we do, evidently, out of ignorance. But they feel deeper than silly pointless rituals. Even though I can approach my life rationally, I still worry about these little things. I will continue to think about this in relation to my faith, I think. Anyone else know anymore about this?