Speaking of bloody action movies, we were talking about South and Central America last time. The Jesuit priests arrived there with the gospel in one hand and a rifle in the other.
I know, I know. Religion can be the enemy of God. It’s often what happens when God, like Elvis, has left the building. (laughs) A list of instructions where there was once was conviction, dogma where once people just did it, a congregation led by a man where once they were led by the Holy Spirit. Discipline replacing discipleship.
As I told you, I think I am beginning to understand religion because I have started acting and thinking like a father. What do you make of that?
Yes, I think that’s normal. It’s a mind-blowing concept that God who created the Universe might be looking for company, a real relationship with people but the thing that keeps me on my knees is the difference between Grace and Karma.
I haven’t heard you talk about that.
I really believe we’ve moved out of the realm of Karma into one of Grace.
Well, that doesn’t make it clearer to me.
You see, at the center of all religions is the idea of Karma. You know, what you put out comes back to you: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, or in physics-in physical laws-every action is met by an equal or an opposite one. It’s clear to me that Karma is at the very heart of the Universe. I’m absolutely sure of it. And yet, along comes this idea called Grace to upend all that “as you reap, so will you sow” stuff. Grace defies reason and logic. Love interrupts, if you like, the consequences of your actions, which in my case is very good news indeed, because I’ve done a lot of stupid things.
I’d be interested to hear that.
That’s between me and God. But I’d be in big trouble if Karma was going to finally be my judge. I’d be in deep shit. It doesn’t excuse my mistakes, but I’m holding out for Grace. I’m holding out that Jesus took my sins on the Cross, because I know who I am, and I hope I don’t have to depend on my own religiosity.