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Beyond 2000: Many Shape Unique Religions at Home

 

Over the years, Ed and Joanne Liverani have found many reasons to summon God.

But now, at middle age, they've boiled it down to one essential: "Not to get

clobbered by life."

Years of Catholic school never taught either of them how to "cope;" indeed, they

said, it only made them more neurotic. By now, "there isn't a church in all of

America I want to go to," said Joanne, setting out dinner plates in her Burke

living room.

So sometime in the last 10 years the Liveranis began to build their own church,

salvaging bits of their old religion they liked and chucking the rest. The first

to go were an angry, vengeful God and Hell – "That's just something they say to

scare you," Ed said. They kept Jesus, "because Jesus is big on love."

>From the local bookstore, in a bulging section called "Private Spirituality,"

they found wisdom in places they had never before searched, or even heard of: In

Zen masters, in New Age chestnuts such as "A Course in Miracles," in their

latest find, a bestseller called "Conversations With God."

Now they commune with a new God, a gentle twin of the one they grew up with. He

is wise but soft-spoken, cheers them up when they're sad, laughs at their

quirks. He is, most essentially, validating, like the greatest of friends.

And best of all, He had been there all along. "We discovered the God within,"

said Joanne. "That's why we need God. Because we are God. God gives me the

ability to create my own godliness."

Traditionalists worried the '60s might kill off God. Instead, the era seems to

have uncorked a free-floating ether of spirituality. Americans have responded to

the question on Time magazine's 1966 cover: "Is God Dead?" More than 30 years

later, a steady 95 percent of Americans say they believe in God, more than in

any other Western country. And they believe with urgency; about half of all

Americans think the nation is in the midst of a religious revival.

But in the last decade or so, even as that revival spreads, many have stopped

believing so strongly in church. Seven in 10 Americans say they can be religious

without going to one, and every year fewer and fewer do. Since 1992 alone,

church attendance is down 12 percent, according to the Barna group, which tracks

religious trends.

"In the new millennium, there will be a growing gap between personal

spirituality and religious institutions," write Richard Cimino and Don Lattin in

their new book, "Shopping for Faith," which is filled with portraits of such

home-brewed religions. "Spirituality and religious faith are increasingly viewed

as individual private matters with few ties to congregation and community."

 

A Coping Mechanism

 

On her most confident days, Joanne feels closest to God when she looks in the

mirror and sees godliness right there. On days when she can't see it and she's

feeling slumped, she needs God's help to understand "why I should even get out

of bed."

No worry is beneath His concern, no detail too small. Take that awful table in

her dining room, for example. That misbegotten, hulking pile of splinters came

months late and was delivered in the wrong size, and the manufacturer could not

have been less helpful and then the idiots went out of business.

Years ago, the haggling would have had both Joanne and Ed slamming the phone on

the counter. Now they see the hassle as God's gift, "exactly the way things are

supposed to be," a chance to let their own godliness shine.

The voice on the end of the 800 line is really a "friendly soul," explained

Joanne. The more obnoxious life gets, the deeper Ed and Joanne reach into

reservoirs of "pure love." As a sign of her gratitude, Joanne got the address of

the voice from the furniture company, in this case a young woman, and mailed her

a gift: a copy of "Conversations With God."

The terminology – "friendly soul,pure love" – sounds like flotsam from the

'70s, a last whiff of New Age vapor. But Ed and Joanne are no aging hippies. He

works for the Army, she's a court reporter. They're both clean-cut parents

raising a teenage son in a suburban house that smells more like Windex than

patchouli.

"The '70s were all about freedom and sex and drugs, but this feels different to

me," said Ed Liverani. "We're older now, we've moved into a different stage. And

with age you feel these things deeper, more weighty."

Publishers call the phenomenon "private spirituality." Beyond that, they don't

distinguish. New Age, Buddhist, Jewish, Christian – they're all on the same

bookstore shelf. The national midlife crisis has reaped the industry so many

profits and has come to dominate book sales so thoroughly that publishers have

dubbed the last 10 years "the decade of the soul," as in the "Chicken Soup"

series – "A Sixth Bowl of Chicken Soup for the Soul,Chicken Soup for the

Golfer's Soul."

"It's an eclectic approach," said Lynn Garrett, who tracks religious books for

Publishers Weekly. "People borrow ideas from different traditions, then add them

to whatever religion they're used to. But they don't want anything to do with

organized religion."

Churches survive, obviously. But the ones that thrive do so by trying to tune

into this rootless questing and harness it, as advertisers tried to co-opt the

'60s counterculture. In a recent survey, according to Barna, six out of 10

pastors described their churches as "seeker-sensitive," meaning that they are

open to those who are still just looking and are not yet entrenched in any

belief.

For many churches, surviving means adopting some of the drifters' lingo. These

days, the strictest evangelical church overflows with 12-step classes. Hidebound

institutions bubble with self-help. Even religions imported by waves of

immigrants eventually succumb to the therapeutic fever.

At a school for Catholic priests in Omaha, seminarians learn to "discover the

feminine" as they meditate to cassettes of "Blowin' in the Wind." At a synagogue

in Washington, an Orthodox Jewish woman wonders why Isaac never "communicated"

with his dad. At a mosque outside Chicago, Muslim students practice Native

American meditation techniques to help them commune with Allah.

 

Transcendental Journey

 

 

This spiritual quest is the latest leg of the transcendental American journey.

If any one thing defines the chaos of this country's religious life over the

last 200 years, it's Americans' unique demand for "direct, personal access to

God," wrote the late historian Richard Hofstadter, an attitude summarized by

Thomas Jefferson's statement, "I am a sect myself."

The first such audacious demand predates the country's birth. When Massachusetts

Bay Colony was barely 10 years old, obstreperous Anne Hutchison announced that

God had spoken to her, without the intervention of clerics.

She was run out of the colony, but the seed of rebellion was planted. ("I had

rather hear such a one that speekes from the meere notion of spirit,without any

study at all, than any of your learned Scollers," wrote one of her many livid

followers). Since then, a nation of Hutchisons has blossomed.

In the 19th century, during a period known as the Second Great Awakening,

America's religious rebellion began in earnest. Parishioners published biting

doggerel aimed at their own clerics and even overthrew some of their religious

leaders. Charismatic itinerant preachers sprouted across the East Coast and made

their way west. Some rebels won a solid following, growing into what later

became well-established churches: the Methodists, the Mormons.

The latest wave of rebellion has taken its own unique shape. In the past,

splinter groups called themselves Protestant, but that dominance has dimmed in

the past 30 years. Old denominations are fading, overrun by churches that call

themselves nondenominational or adopt names like "Vineyard."

The profusion of new religions has rendered the countryside unrecognizable. You

cannot drive into any large city or suburb anywhere without stumbling upon

glorious Hindu temples or Sunni mosques. Last year, the first suburban schools

began granting days off for Ramadan along with Christmas, in deference to the 4

million Muslims in the United States now, five times as many as lived here in

1970. (Hindus have grown from 100,000 to 950,000 in that same period, and Sikhs

from 1,000 to 220,000.)

Different too, is the peculiar temperament of this latest rebellion. In fits and

starts since the 19th century, Americans have spit at ecclesiastical authority.

But this time Americans seem blandly admiring of clerics.

Churchgoers say they like clerical garb because it's "authentic," priests

because they are "spiritual." Like the Liveranis, they choose the elements of

traditional church they like and ignore the rest.

Americans write their own Bible. They fashion their own God, then talk

incessantly with Him. (Think here of President Clinton's possessive pronoun:

It's between me, my wife and "our" God.) More often than not, the God they

choose is more like a best friend who has endless time for their needs, no

matter how trivial.

Scholars call this "domesticating God," turning him into a social planner,

therapist or guardian angel. When sociologist Natalie Searl taped a women's

Bible study at a conservative evangelical church for a year, she was surprised

to see people spend much of their time praying about personal bankruptcies,

babies crying in the middle of the night, spouses not being affectionate,

relatives in the hospital.

"It may be that this is the way people have always been spiritual," said Robert

Wuthnow, a sociologist at Princeton University who directed the research. "And

yet it's a slice of real life that is much closer to how people are experiencing

the end of the millennium than stories about flying saucers and revelations from

angels.

"I'm reminded of the quip that we all get the gurus we deserve. Maybe we also

get the gods we deserve. Nowadays they don't speak to us in burning bushes. But

they help us get through the hard days and long nights."

To those who prefer the traditional way, all this picking and choosing is no

more than a narcissistic romp.

"This should be called the ME-lennium," said Rev. Joan Brown Campbell of the

National Council of Churches, an umbrella of traditional Protestant

denominations concerned with civil rights-era causes. "They're not building

community, they're building individual comfort zones."

"We've trivialized God," said Larry Crabb, a Christian psychologist and popular

author. "Most of these books assume God is the butler who serves you for one

reason," he says of the list of current bestsellers. "To give you a happy life.

We've turned Him into a divine Prozac."

 

The Pendulum Swings Back

 

Lately, though, the neo-spiritualists are setting limits on their own

self-absorption. Like children who've strayed too far, they are starting to rein

themselves in with the help of old-fashioned ritual. Churches that thrive seem

to embody two opposite concepts: They buy into the self-help school, with its

endless therapeutic excuses for human failing, but at the same time, they focus

on responsibility for sin.

A typical bustling megachurch looks like McLean Bible Church in Virginia, which

offers a menu of customer-driven worship groups – grief recovery, sexual

addiction, post-abortion recovery, beloved unbeliever – even as it proposes an

unforgiving theology: "The Bible is inerrant and infallible," says the church's

mission statement. "All have sinned and fall short of His glory."

Ritual is being revived, needless to say, minus the parts that might impinge on

modern life, especially where women are concerned. Reform Jews are starting to

wear yarmulkes again, speak more Hebrew in services, search their roots, but

also welcome female rabbis. Muslim women are donning the hijab, the traditional

head covering, and wearing it on college campuses."It is rigor without

submission," writes David Brooks in his new book "Bobos in Paradise," referring

to a "Bohemian Bourgeoisie.They are rigorous observers, but they also pick

and choose, discarding those ancient rules that don't accord with modern

sensibilities. This is Orthodoxy without obedience – indeed, Flexodoxy."

Flexodoxy represents an especially workable compromise for Muslim immigrants,

especially women, caught between demands of a conservative family and modern

American life. After the largest influx of Muslims arrived with the immigration

law reform of 1965, mosques starting popping up, mostly in city centers.

About a decade ago, the immigrants began to absorb the American style, adopting

a more personal, emotional mode of worship, said Yvonne Haddad, a professor at

Georgetown University who studies Muslims in America. They began using the

"language of personal experience."

Imams instituted altar calls, the quivering climax of black Baptist services

where a priest calls anyone ready to accept Jesus up to the altar. Muslim

parishioners began to refer to themselves as "born again." Bumper stickers

appeared on immigrants' new American cars: "I ê Allah."

"Kids are demanding respect and autonomy and this new orthodoxy is part of a

shield for that," says Steven Warner, a professor at the University of Chicago

who directs a project on immigrant religion. "We're not talking about shyly

cloistered women wearing the hijab. We're talking about real, assertive women.

They're not hiding their faces, they're hiding their hair, and in effect, that

concentrates attention on their face and eyes. When they look at you, there's

real fire there."

Keema Sharif is one such woman, a daughter of Pakistani parents, now a student

at Queens College in New York. Teenage life was impossible for her; neither

world felt right, not the "ashtray-smelling" high school cliques, nor her

parents' house, "where every time I walked in the front door I felt like I just

got off an airplane."

For most of her life, Sharif understood religion as a family duty, and an

annoying one. Her father went to a mosque, but her mother seldom did, merely

teaching her about a "woman's role." After much pleading, her parents let her go

to college, but only if she wore the hijab. Ironically, it was there, on a

secular campus, that, thanks to an African-American Muslim friend, Sharif

discovered Islam.

The Koran now means something to Sharif. "When I'm feeling down, I look in there

to lift my mood," she said. When she does badly on a test or argues with a

teacher, she goes home and curls up with the book. Last week, for a school

assignment, she wrote a poem about a female prophet who rescues a famous king.

"When I grow up, I will open my own mosque," she said. "The imams will be me and

my best friend, Allah."

 

Making a New Tradition

 

 

The Liveranis arrive for the meeting early and take a seat at the circle. For

now, this is their makeshift itinerant church – a biweekly meeting of local

"Conversations With God" devotees, held this week at the Arlington apartment of

a woman in her twenties. The atmosphere is warm and casual; the room where they

meet looks like a college dorm, with mismatched chairs and little else but a

stereo. People bring homemade cookies and chips; they are about 20 in all, mixed

races and ages, a couple from Baltimore, immigrants from Kenya, a few single

women, some older men. With one exception, all are refugees of a traditional

past, raised Catholic, Lutheran, Methodist, Jewish and, in one case, in a very

strict Mennonite family. Joanne, for one, is ready to begin. Her parents have

just come to visit and dealt her a rough week. "I need this," she said, her

Brooklyn accent sounding especially thick. "I'm in a lousy mood, just feeling

blah. And I can't hear myself sounding so negative; I sound just like my

mother."

After a few announcements, they begin the meeting as they often do, listening to

a tape of author Neale Donald Walsh having his conversation with God, who is

played by Ed Asner.

"You are in the act of defining yourself," God's voice tells Walsh, who plays

the confused but persistent questioner. "Every act is a self-definition. All

your life they told you that God created you. Well, I tell you this: You created

God."