
As a teenager I began to explore world religions and spirituality. I felt the exhilaration of an adventurer in discovering the exotic and mystical paths trodden by seekers in religious texts and myths. In my imagination I began to form a caricature of the archetypical “seeker,” like the wondering mendicants of Chinese and Indian Hindu and Buddhist mythologies, or the solitary hermit in a cloister or cave, or the homeless monk who has taken the vow of poverty, fearlessly wandering the earth and plumbing the depths of his own soul to confront his own fears in the darkness within, only to emerge victorious, the conqueror of evil, radiating enlightenment, peace and bliss. This image of the seeker began to replace my childhood heroes, and I would find myself fantasizing about being a wandering seeker myself.
Admittedly, I have had a genuine desire to seek God for as long as I can remember. But coming from a divorced household, with no strong role model to guide me through the transition from childish fantasy to “the real world,” I simply retained my tendency to transform the impressions of my life into my imaginary fantasy world that I was so accustomed to taking shelter in. I naively thought that the caricatures I had created of these heroes - religious or otherwise - were, in fact, reality. I thought that all I had to do was pretend and mimic them to have the genuine experiences I imagined they were having. Perhaps it is common for children to have that kind of imagination, to be able to fantasize about things so deeply that they almost feel like they are their favorite heroes. However, it also seems that it is natural to “grow up” or mature and - with the help of parental figures - to become more acquainted with reality. Somehow, it was not so for me, until I was much older.
These past few weeks leading up to this new Lenten season, I have been trying to be honest with myself in coming to terms with my lingering immaturity, especially in regards to spiritual life. Much of my adult life until now - almost 20 years - I have simply been pretending, and indulging in the same old familiar fantasy pretend realms, and thinking that to mimic the caricature is a real spiritual life. I am trying now to learn - thanks be to God that He has been showing me - that it is now time to give up my fantasy play-time, and stop pretending I am someone I am not, to finally be myself, and to start anew.
This process of “growing up” in my relationship with God is painful at times. My ego would rather remain in the fantasy. But I am beginning to see that it is not enough to simply go through all the motions, as I imagine this imaginary “seeker” would, and to expect this to substitute for a genuine relationship with God and my neighbors.
This Lent I am trying hard to follow the fast, and to fast especially from those fantasy images I have created about God and
