For a project for Worldview class, Clive and I went to a Buddhist meeting tonight. First, I will describe to my best ability what happened.
When we got there, Clive was a little scared. To be honest I wasn't, but that could be because of my experiences at Catholic mass a few weeks ago. People are good, and don't want to make others feel uncomfortable. There were only four of them there, plus Clive and I. We stood around for a few minutes talking, during which they explained things to us. It was pretty difficult to explain Buddhism in 20 minutes. It's got to be the most complex religion there is.
Part of the explanation included telling us a little about what meditation is, since that was to be the main thing they did. They said that it is about emptying yourself of yourself. The only goal is goal-lessness. One of them said that this is how we try to connect with our primordial form... or something like that. Apparently, "there's nothing supernatural about it. Until you become supernatural, that is."
We then sat down on some chairs lined up in front of their rather simple "altar". It had a statue of Buddha, and some other symbolic items like a living flower, a jar of water, and some pictures of their "master", a female monk who started their order. One man lit some incense, and they made it clear that the incense was not necessary or religious, it was only there to give a scent to take our minds off of other things. We read something out of a book that very strongly represented Anglican liturgy. It was a passage that we read together about the purpose of meditation.
Next came the part that was not in any way anti-Christian: meditation. If I had my concordance, or a certain one of my books, I would now be inserting some of the many Bible verses talking about meditation. Instead, I'll just explain what we did. We sat on matts, cross-legged, with our hands forming an "O" on our laps, and our backs fully straight. This posture was not religious, but is simply the way they do things to feel most relaxed. They shut off the lights, and instructed us to keep our eyes open and not think. One man then talked himself in a circle trying to explain how to not think. I think I got what he was hinting at. It made sense, even if it didn't make sense the way he was explaining it.
We sat there for twenty minutes. Every so often he would ring a bell, which served the purpose of catching us when we started thinking about something. The irony was that the large old church next door had bells going constantly the entire time. We kept our eyes open, and stared off into space, trying not to try.
After that, we put everything away, and had tea together. It was some pretty decent fellowship. We listened to a tape of their master talking about meditation, and then had some more fellowhsip, during which we were allowed to ask some questions. We got some pretty good dialogue going. After a few minutes, we shook hands, politely bowed (as a sign of respect for them, not of worship), and left. I'll reiterate again that they stated that bowing is not worship for them, it is just being polite. If you're a Christian and you can't grasp that, get over it. Actions have different meanings in other places in the world.
I have tried to give you an objective account of what happened. Now I will proceed with my opinion. I'm warning that it will have a have a heavily Christocentric epistemology. If you object to my views on the nature of truth, talk to me, and you may find them less biggoted than you'd expect.
They're so close. They're about as close as you can get while completely missing the mark. The meditation was so good. They don't worship Buddha, though some Buddhists may. They follow his wisdom, and the wisdom of other wise people, never claiming this wisdom to be divine. They recognize human belief as human belief, and in doing so are not doing anything wrong. They are as close to truth as we can expect someone without the Living Word of God to be.
The thing that struck me most is how easy it is to talk to my God, and how easy salvation is. Have faith in Christ, and you will be saved. Once you're saved, you can talk directly to God with no priest, and no hours and decades of meditation. And God talks back. You hear his voice. When you trust him, you see his works. It's so simple.
It's like they have the human half down perfect, but so desperately need the God half. They managed, or at least have the goal, to empty themselves. From this, they receive a calm and almost stoic approach to things. It gives them the ability not to be angry, and to do all forms of good. Yet they are still empty. There was no life behind their eyes. They would be such amazing tools for God if only they could receive as much into their lives as they give out. The meditation was good, but it didn't seem to be getting them anywhere. There was no evidence of them feeling fulfilled, or having the increased understanding they talked about.
What struck both Clive and I the most is when the man said "we don't have a purpose". He was saying that they empty themselves of self, because they do not have any purpose. I just wanted to shout to heaven, "I HAVE A PURPOSE!!!" And the thing is, they're sort of right. How can you know your purpose without God? Again I must say, they've got as much figured out as you can without having God in your life.
Aside from my deepened (yet hardly deep) understanding of another way of seeing things, I am taking away three main things from the meeting tonight:
1) I need to meditate more. Their method of meditation was rather stellar, but was missing one obvious thing. I shall do it in a very similar fashion to what was taught tonight, but with God. Empty self, fill up on God. Also, empty self, listen to God. And that's not all that will compose my relationship with God, obviously. It's just a nice thing that I should start doing. It might help with the stress of life.
2) I'm so glad my God is a heart-length's reach away. I can talk to God so easily. We've got a pretty good relationship, and it's only going to get better. He gives me joy and sustains me. His Word is my bread. Yada yada yada, my God's in me. He loves me. He's right here. And he says "Hi! Knock, knock."
3) I have a purpose. Because God is in my life, I can do what he wants me to do. All prejudice aside, it was obvious that they did not have God. And they wouldn't claim to. But there just wasn't that Christian joy. They would say they don't need the self pleasure of joy. But... I wish they knew what the joy of the Lord was. So wonderfully delightful. And all we need.
They were nice people, and I'd like to go again some time. I wasn't compelled to do anything that was against my belief, and they didn't even do much that is against my belief. I can do most of the things they do without feeling like I'm stepping out of the lines God has drawn. Buddhism is a very honest and human religion, from what I saw in this specific sect. It is trying to find truth with the best of human ability, like so many of us out there. If ever you get a chance, drop by a Buddhist meeting and talk to them. It might help your nerves. It helped my back as well.