| For most of my life, I’ve been focused on trying to “fix” my weaknesses. I’m like a lifelong construction worker with a hammer trying to overcome what’s wrong with me so I can make myself “right.” Some of that fix-it approach came from my pre-Vatican II religious education. During first and second grade in the 1960s, my religion books talked about how messed up we are as a people. We’re sinners, I was taught. We need to get our acts together, submit to God’s grace, and clean up our messiness. (Okay, it wasn’t that harsh, but that’s the message I internalized). In third grade, Vatican II swept through our religion books. God was no longer a mean, white-bearded judge sitting on a cloud ready to zap us with a thunderbolt when we screwed up. Instead, we were taught that God is love and we are the Creator’s Beloved. Sure, we have stuff we need to work on to become more loving, but the emphasis shifted from focusing on how bad we were and how angry God was, to how loving God is as revealed through the unconditional love with which Jesus lived his earthly life. We were invited to model Jesus as the way to live a good and awesome life. Like the StrengthFinder’s quiz, our religion teachers then focused on what’s naturally good about us. We were taught how to lean into God’s loving wisdom and guidance to become the best version of ourselves. It was a 360-degree shift for a third grader still trying to figure out how to multiply and divide. And though I tried to focus on my strengths and God’s love, the old-school religion kept reciting in my mind, mia culpa—my fault, my fault, my most grievous fault. |
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