In Stuart McLean’s “Welcome Home”, the Canadian storyteller quotes curé Latendresse's definition of religion.
.......Religion is love. That’s all. Love. It is about the love we have for
.......God. It is about the love God has for us. And it is about the love
.......that is among us. That's the foundation. All the rest is just
.......accessory. It is only there to show love.
I recall smiling when I first read those words. You tell ‘em curé! I thought to myself, a survivor of a not-so-pretty-hell-fire catholic youth. After all, what is religion without love? And if God is not love, what are so many people buying into, exactly?
Well, it goes by names like ‘The Crusades’, or Ground Zero turned reason for revenge and lucrative oil deals in the Middle East, to name a couple. I recently became a victim of religion once again when the parents of children I teach checked out my blog, and followed one of its links to the NSI to watch my first film. In it, I play the role of a gay woman. No skin, no sex. Nothing like that.
I teach with my heart and my heart is fed for the privilege of witnessing someone else’s growth. I teach for the joy and love of it. And that was welcomed and appreciated until two weeks ago. But the word has been spread à propos, and I have been marked. My stats show a hundred hits on NSI. And with a sad, sad heart I saw that I was googled as follows: Marjolaine Hébert against men
Students have been kept away, a class cancelled, my livelihood as a teacher is in question, and my heart is broken for being judged so unfairly, all in the name of religion.