I know quite a few Christians and quite a few Pagans that have pondered, asked, demanded and probed about how one can be both Christian and Pagan. Indeed, it’s something I used to think too and sometimes when I’m low or in a self-defeating kind of mood, I still ask myself that very question! How can I put it…? It’s an interesting position to be in. Quite often, it feels like I’m doing the splits between two different communities. I’m physically not very flexible so put that into the metaphorical equation and you’ll some realise that it can be painful.
I am a polytheist. I am not a trinitarian. I believe that God the Father/Mother/Parent, Jesus and the Holy Spirit are all separate and in effect, are a pantheon. However, I also am a follower of the Norse pantheon, specifically Odin.
Now in many respects, I can see how the two don’t mix but I’m a great believer that emotions and that feeling, that intuition, that it just feels right somehow, is also worth following, not just reason. (I’m a big fan of reason and logic as well!) I think that there is a balance between the two and that centre zone provides the most stable world view.
I believe that every religion holds a truth. Something that humanity has noticed about the great unknown and the Gods and Goddesses. Some choose one tradition, others choose more, and then some choose none at all. Whatever path is taken is normally ends up becoming a maze. Religion or spirituality is not a straight path with the end in plain sight. It’s the ball of wool that needs unravelling. It’s the code that has not yet been deciphered. It’s the jigsaw that has not yet been complete.
I do not have the full picture. I am still ironing things out. Perhaps I never will completely get rid of the creases because some things may be beyond comprehension. It’s OK to not know.
I am still on the path, I am not at the destination. Who knows how long I will travel for?
How I view it is that I am walking two separate roads that merge into one. Some are travelling on the same road but they approach me, rather than walk beside me. Their journey is taking them to a choice; mine is leading me to a union. Forks in the road have two different meanings. Both are worthwhile, both are challenging, both are vital.