1. I believe in being true to yourself
find your inner black sheep
To go wrong in oneâs own way is better than to go right in someone elseâs.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Having barely darkened a church doorway for twenty years, Nina never imagined joining one â much less loving it. She still shuns the label âChristianâ, admits to struggling with the version of God she finds in the Bible, and most of the time canât stand Jesus â at least, not the Jesus she has often heard talked about in church. Yet she has found a home in our church community.
She tried being a Christian when she was younger, even got confirmed (or was it âconformedâ?) at thirteen. But in the end she was turned off by the judgementalism she detected in the Church: âThis obsession with personal morality. Everyone convinced of their rightness and everyone elseâs wrongness.â
By her late teens Nina was exploring Buddhism and stopped calling herself a Christian. Friends at university persuaded her to accompany them to church a couple of times, but her heart wasnât in it. And it would just wind her up.
Now a single mum, Nina says a big part of the explanation for being part of a church lies with Isaac, her son. She always wanted him raised in a community with strong values, âwhere people asked questions about right and wrong, about the purpose of life â where you could think about bigger things than the latest Nike trainers or TV showâ.
Before finding St Lukeâs she went on a bit of a quest, visiting the Unitarians, the Quakers, the Buddhists, but despite feeling at home with some of them, they werenât really set up for children. Then Jonathan and Denise, a couple she met when she was pregnant, and members of St Lukeâs, invited her to join them. She wondered what the church would think of her coming â even though she didnât believe in God or the Bible, and didnât like Jesus. Jonathan said it was fine; theyâd take anyone.
As a penance for her âbad thoughts about Jesusâ, Nina signed up to the coffee rota. And now, ten years on, sheâs the âunofficial Director of After-Church Beveragesâ!
âItâs the community I was looking for,â she says: ârelaxed, open, accepting. I even find the talks inspiring. Itâs a place where I try to embody my own spiritual practice, which is Buddhist.â
If she had a creed, Nina says the key words would be âkindnessâ and âforgivenessâ, âcompassionâ, âcourageâ and âpatienceâ; with âcommunityâ and âfamilyâ also near the top.
But words like this are useless in isolation, she stresses: âYou have to embody your faith. Thereâs nothing wrong with sitting in a cave meditating, but you only find out what it means when you leave the cave behind. When you engage with the real world.â
The Buddhist emphasis on practice rather than belief really makes sense to Nina. âIt underlines how every day we try to walk the talk,â she says. âWe donât always get it right, but we reflect and we go again. Our practice includes our mistakes. Weâre never qualified, weâre always practising.â
And after ten years at St Lukeâs, Nina has even come to think differently about Jesus. Although she sees two Jesuses. âThe one you often find talked about in church â judgemental, separating people, focused on the good and the badâ â she still finds that Jesus hard to take. But then thereâs another Jesus for whom she has a lot of time â who she says was âprobably a Buddhist. Like me.â1
Nina isnât the average church member. She practises Buddhism, questions the Bible and holds less than conventional thoughts about God and Jesus. On which basis, many churches definitely wouldnât accept her as a member. At the very least she would be perceived as spiritually prodigal, a wandering black sheep needing to find the fold of true faith. Maybe she would be invited onto an Alpha course or the like to get âconvertedâ, to discover the true way.
Nina is a black sheep, I agree. But in a good sense. She is her own person, not just one of the crowd. Her spirituality arises from experience. There is nothing pre-packaged about her. She has her own values, beliefs and practices that she has thought about and internalised. She is a woman of considerable spiritual intelligence.
Actually, we all have an inner black sheep, a wayward independent side, and our spiritual development depends on finding it and learning to integrate it into our daily lives. Itâs the instinct to question the status quo, to swim against the tide, to explore a different path, to be authentic. Our more controlling, fearful self tells us not to listen to our questioning self; to step back in line, keep the rules and fit in, play things safe. But until we begin to accept and engage this spiritual shadow side to us we cannot really grow in faith, or even as individuals.
The Quaker Parker Palmer writes, âI want to learn how to hold the paradoxical poles of my identity together, to embrace the profoundly opposite truths that my sense of self is deeply dependent on others dancing with me and that I still have a sense of self when no one wants to dance.â2 Black sheep spirituality focuses on this tension. It is not about being a loner or spurning community, but about learning to value our own instincts at least as much as we do those of others, and having the courage to stand by them.
The natural assumption is that churches and other religious groups will be obvious settings to grow our spiritual intelligence. And sometimes they are. However, emails and messages I receive most days of my life say something different. Even as I write, a woman from New Zealand tells me that she feels her church is more of a religious kindergarten than the âuniversity of the spiritâ that she hoped for. âThere is no room for me to live, breathe, be my own person,â she writes. âIf I am going to be accepted, Iâll need to fit in, to be a virtual carbon copy of everyone else. But I wonât be that.â
The Church haemorrhages people like this all the time. They are the black sheep, the prodigals prone to wandering from the well-worn path, who ask the âwrongâ questions, struggle to fit in. Yet often they are the ones who are the most perceptive and spiritually switched on. Conformity is not a fruit of the Spirit. Quite the reverse: it is a product of fear and intimidation.
For twenty-five years, these kinds of people have been the main focus of my life and work â people on the edges of the religious ghetto, or completely outside of it, yet whose spiritual journeys are often more authentic than those of many insiders.
This very week, in a pub after a wedding I conducted, I had umpteen conversations with people of considerable spiritual nous who had long ago stopped going to church because they were frustrated by the unquestioning conformity they felt was required of them. âOf course, thatâs not how people in the Church would see it,â one man told me. âTheyâd say that they welcome you asking questions. But once you make it clear that you arenât going to tow the line, that you hold a different point of view about God or Jesus or something, youâre looked at with suspicion. Youâre not a kosher Christian unless you believe the ârightâ things.â
Another man spoke with some concern about his two grown-up children who no longer went to church or believed the same things as him and his wife. âBut look at them,â I replied. âThey are fine human beings, clearly driven by spiritual values, even if they no longer find church and conventional faith attractive or helpful. If I were you, Iâd be proud of them.â
âYouâre right,â he said. âThe truth is, theyâve had the courage to ask the questions I have always pushed to the back of my mind. Weâre not so different really; itâs just the way weâve handled our doubts.â
For ten years in the 1990s, I led a âchurchâ in a pub, known self-disparagingly as âHoly Joesâ, especially designed for church prodigals. Nowadays I am the vicar of a more conventional-looking church, yet which is virtually a flock of black sheep: people who want to have their own opinions, who dislike being told what to believe and often question things; who want to be authentic. These are my people. This is where I feel at home: at the edges of faith.
Christian spirituality is too often understood and couched in passive terms like âobedienceâ and âsubmissionâ, as if we were meant to be compliant infants instead of grown adults with questions and healthy scepticism and a voice to speak back. So we end up with a religious subculture of conformity, where fear inhibits any sense of real faith and adventure.
In many churches, especially those of the more conservative ilk, the culture of conformity is intentionally nurtured in the name of âholinessâ or âdiscipleshipâ. God may be perceived as a father, but definitely an authority figure with a plan for peopleâs lives that must be known and obeyed. So being a âgoodâ Christian involves becoming weak and dependent in some way â certainly dependent on the Almighty, but maybe also on the church leaders as Godâs representatives. And phrases like âonly believeâ, âtrust and obeyâ and âlean not on your own understandingâ become mantras that cultivate a mentality of learned helplessness, a psychology of compliance.
Ron grew up in this kind of church culture, and up until his mid-twenties looked like the perfect model of a âgoodâ Christian. He âgave his heart to Jesusâ when he was thirteen, was baptised as an adult two years later, and by the time he was nineteen was helping to lead an Alpha group in the church, with no awareness of any serious questions or queries about his faith. âI was like a perfect sheep,â he told me, âheading in the same direction as everyone else, never questioning whether it was the right direction, never doubting what I was told, never allowing myself any stray thoughts.â
Then life at university brought Ron a raft of doubts and questions. Perhaps it was living away from home and not going to his church regularly, or maybe issues raised by his coursework, or just beginning to see Christianity through the eyes of his non-churchgoing friends, but his faith began to unravel. âIt was as if I was suddenly outside the bubble of certainty and unquestioning com...