Many of you know the story of how my grandfather’s road building equipment was scattered all over the backside of Blue Mountain by a critter with very large feet. This was back in the 1950’s when I spent summers in the heart and soul of Bigfoot country.
Over fifty years later, I wrote a book about a young woman, Samantha, raised by her Bigfoot hunter father. Those of you who are regular followers of this blog know I do not use these posts to promote my book. Do I hope you’ll love my writing voice and seek out my books?
As my nephew Jake would say, “Well, duh.”
This weekend I made an off-hand remark to a friend which sparked a skirmish.
I told the friend, “Bigfoot Blues is about a young woman finding her path through the insular and loving world of a belief system not embraced by those outside the community.”
The friend scratched his head and asked, “Why then didn’t you make Samantha the daughter of a fundamentalist preacher, be it Christian, Muslim, or Jew. Any fundamentalist world would do. Why make her the daughter of a famous bigfoot hunter?”
“Because,”I said. “As a general rule, Bigfooters have a much better sense of humor than religious fundamentalists of any stripe.”
Now, before you get offended, I’m NOT comparing Jesus to Bigfoot and I’m NOT saying fundamentalist have no sense of humor about anything. I’m just saying that there is some truth in my statement. It takes passion and courage to have faith. Be it belief in a messiah who rises from the dead and appears to you and your friends. Or the existence of a large, so far unidentified, creature that roams isolated patches of woods.
Passionate people are seldom a laugh a minute, especially when the focus of the laughter is their own belief system and there is similarity in all faiths.
So, what do you think? Is it possible to be both passionate in our faith AND able to see the absurdity in that very belief?
Whether you belief in Mohammed or Jesus or Jehovah or Bigfoot, I’d like to hear from you.