Friday, December 5, 2014

Occasional Deprivation

Starting in January our weekly study group will discuss the topic “Give up what?! The relevance of renunciation.” In the “Brief Introduction to Buddhism” course I teach at the temple a few times a year, we spend the last session reading’s article “Boomer Buddhism,” where religious studies professor Stephen Prothero quotes Thannisaro Bhikkhu saying the key idea of renunciation has been largely ignored by Western Buddhists. In Jodo Shinshu we’re so used to “come as you are” that we have no inclination of giving up any pleasures, comforts or conveniences. But I wonder if there may be some lessons we can learn from those who significantly pared down their lifestyles.

Of course Manshi Kiyozawa comes to mind with his “minimum possible” way of life, but that was all an “experiment” that he gave up when his health failed and he claimed to find true reliance on Other-Power. A better example is Haya Akegarasu’s main student, Shuichi Maida who took the sudden step away from his middle-class family life as a college professor to live in poverty and devote himself entirely to the study of Buddhism. In the study class, I plan to share much of the autobiographical material Maida wrote which Dr. Haneda translated for us in his study class at the temple in the early 1980s.

But the one person who came more clearly to my mind as the embodiment of renunciation (until late in his life according to some stories) is the Catholic monk Thomas Merton. Somehow I came upon a book about him before I left Chicago to study in Japan in 1984 and it encouraged me to go ahead of with my renunciation – leaving my wild unfocussed life behind to start a new austere life of purpose (or so I thought at the time). I would like to revisit Merton’s life and how his account of his renunciation, The Seven Storey Mountain resonated with the American post-war generation.

(Wikipedia photo by Bryan Sherwood of Merton’s hermitage at the Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky)

From time to time I’ve stayed within the Higashi Honganji complex in Kyoto and experienced a few days of deprivation from my usual luxuries. This month I’ll be there for a minister continuing education session and the one luxury I’m worrying about losing is my access to the internet. Funny how we’ve come to be so dependent on the “information highway” when it wasn’t that long ago when it was just a rare source that we snuck a glimpse of at our workplaces, libraries or pay-computers. And it’s ironic that I’m worrying about losing that several times a day interaction on Facebook when actually among the fellow ministers I’ll be with in the session are my Facebook friends from Brazil.

Despite the grumbling and cursing I’ll be doing, I have to keep in mind that living like a monk is still a privileged activity. Too many people in the world and especially throughout the Chicago area are involuntarily dealing with deprivation – with little access to the material benefits of food and shelter, much less to the digital realm.

Friday, November 21, 2014

For the Desperately Seeking Shinrans - Almost Famous

In the story of Shinran’s life, we talk about his twenty years at Enryaku-ji, the Tendai monastery on Mt. Hiei, one of the great temple complexes in Japan at that time. When Shinran realized he wasn’t receiving the Buddhist teachings that were essential for him at that institution how was he able to find a group that focused on the teachings without all the elitist trappings and tacked-on paraphernalia?

At the International Association of Shin Buddhist Studies conference in Vancouver last year, Mark Blum spoke about the groups flourishing in the margins of society led by “hijiri,” free-lance priests whose religious leanings weren’t exclusively Buddhist. Would Shinran go exploring around Kyoto to sit in on the various hijiri groups? I don’t think so – he was still too much of an aristocrat and not one to go “slumming” among the paupers and laborers. What attracted him to Honen was Honen’s reputation. Honen wasn’t one of these fly-by-night preachers from who-knows-where.  During his thirty years as a Mt. Hiei monk, Honen was respected for his outstanding scholarship. When he left the monastery to start the new Jodo sect, the monks were probably scratching their heads wondering why this eminent priest left behind his high status on the mountain to dive into the unwashed hordes of the city. Even though Honen left Mt. Hiei before Shinran joined the monastery, Shinran probably heard about this respected priest who dropped out and must be propagating some very watered-down version of Buddhism that the uneducated people could believe in.

Honen (pictured above) had a name for himself and Shinran could relate to him as a fellow aristocrat and longtime monastic. I could imagine Shinran making his way through the crowd to see Honen, holding his breath and moving carefully among Honen’s diverse followers to avoid smelling or being touched by them. I don’t think he would’ve stepped out of his comfort zone for just any old no-name hijiri.

The point I’m trying to make is I think there may be many seekers currently in North America who are like Shinran, disenchanted with an established religious group and looking for one that speaks more directly to them instead of just repeating “the party line.” The teachings of Shinran may be exactly what they need to hear but how would they find a Jodo Shinshu temple? Our temple like many others in North America has a name that says “Buddhist temple” and the city name, but other Jodo Shinshu temples have more obscure names such as “Ekoji” or “Senshin” and referencing “Honganji” (“Hongwanji” in the old Romanization). Even if one finds oneself stepping into one of those temples, it may seem too much like a club just for ethnic Japanese. And even the handful of non-Japanese members are liberally using Japanese terms and sounding like Christian evangelists, substituting “Amida Buddha” for “Jesus Christ” as the only one who can save us sinners.

It may be that every temple member (and not just the ministers) needs to get their name out in public and be the ones to let people know that Jodo Shinshu is not another form of fundamentalism (“do as we say and no one will get hurt” as it said on a church sign I saw in a cartoon) and it has an emphasis that makes it distinct from the Buddhist groups that are more well known. All Buddhists speak of the ideal of equality of all lives but in practice various sects have set up hierarchies and step-ladder processes to separate the adepts from the undeserving. The more we get the message of Jodo Shinshu out in the media, on-line and in our personal relationships, the more likely the desparate seekers will find Shinran, despite the intimidating ethno-centric settings of many Shin groups.

What Shinran saw in his first encounter with Honen was the heart awakened to the wholeness of life, embracing all lives as worthy. The “come as you are” slogan of Jodo Shinshu expresses that requirements are totally unnecessary – no one is too ugly, too evil, too weird, too poor, too insane, too unwell – for being received into the path of awakening. While it is comforting for each of us to feel embraced by unbounded compassion, it is not always the case that members of Jodo Shinshu temples put this into practice by regarding their fellow beings as equally embraced in the same Jodo (realm of the flowingness of life). Shinran also struggled with that dual view – I’m relieved that I’m not judged, but I think I’m still (smart, moral, refined etc.) enough to have the privilege of judging others. It took not only the six years he spent with Honen and the Kyoto group to break down his aristocratic snobbishness but he needed that exile to the countryside of Niigata to learn how to stop seeing the common people as “others” and appreciate their identification with him in true fellow-feeling.

The Shinran that I honor during this season of his memorial, Ho-on-ko, is the man who kept confessing his snobbishness yet the accounts by others show he had become the one who warmly accepted each person he encountered without any airs of superiority or defensiveness. I myself don’t want to be “too” famous, but I’m willing to get out in print and travel here and there – to the local high school or to an international conference abroad – to get the word out about Shinran and what I like to call his “ultimate Buddhism,” taking Shakyamuni’s teaching of equality to its extreme expression in our day-to-day life. Not setting ourselves up in the garb of “wise sage” looking down on the crowd, but like Shinran, seeing ourselves as just “one of the guys” sharing the wondrousness of life with them in every moment.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Gifts from Cowardice: AWOL Siddhartha

When I was living in Los Angeles and helping at the Higashi Honganji temple there, the Los Angeles Times interviewed Rev. Noriaki Ito and in the printed article it had him saying he and his friend Wayne Yokoyama went to study Buddhism in Japan to escape the draft. At the time I teased Wayne about it, “Nori spilled the beans and now everyone knows you were draft dodgers.” But now looking back on how important both those guys have been in making Shinran’s teachings more accessible in the English-speaking world, it’s a wonderful thing that the draft motivated them to go to Otani University and study under the great teachers in Kyoto. Wayne is the tireless translator of a whole range of Jodo Shinshu works and has done a huge amount of research on D.T. Suzuki, Honen and other major Buddhist figures. (In his findings, it’s apparent Shinran is more faithful to Honen’s teachings than the “official” disciples of Honen who suppressed some of Honen’s ideas to avoid the ire of the political powers.) Rev. Nori is now the bishop of the North America District and continues to work hard to bring the Higashi Honganji temples into the 21st century. But besides their significance as contributors to Jodo Shinshu in the West, both of them have been invaluable to me as friends, guides and moral supporters. I would hate to think where I would be without them. So I am deeply grateful they did not end up as soldiers in Vietnam – possibly not coming home or returning too physically and mentally wounded to function.

At the first session of the “Brief Introduction to Buddhism” class I offer at our temple a few times a year, I go over the life story of the historical Buddha. I point out that Siddhartha was born not in the top caste, the brahmins, but in the next one down, the ksatriya, warrior class. His father was not king of the whole Indian continent but the ruler of one of many small kingdoms, all in continual warfare to defend their turf and attack the others for their resources. To be king meant to be a successful general and so all men in the warrior class were trained in the military arts and sciences. If anything, during his early manhood, Siddhartha must have been very buff, continually working out as well as keeping himself intellectually sharp.

(woodcarving by Harry Koizumi depicting Siddhartha leaving the palace)
I have yet to come across any accounts of Siddhartha testing his skills in battle. He supposedly won his bride in a contest of martial arts, but that would have been just a ceremonial display, not an urgent fight between armies. Although we have the story of the Four Gates to explain his leaving the palace (he was depressed by the sights of sickness, old age and death and then inspired by the truth-seeking beggar with the shining face), I wonder if the real reason he ran out on his kingdom was to avoid becoming a player on the battlefield, living out the anguish of Arjuna in Bhagavad Gita. Despite the pleasures he was surrounded by in the palace, he had to be aware that his expected vocation in life would be to follow his father as the general leading the charge of conquest.

Since Buddhism is one of the great religions that arose during what Karen Armstrong calls the Axial Age, the key question it was faced with was how to stop warfare which at that time became efficiently destructive of lives and property. For the young Siddhartha, going out to seek the truth was his aspiration, but maybe like Rev. Nori and Wayne, it was the impending threat of going to war that made starting his quest all the more urgent. Sometimes when we are running away to save our own skin we end up entering the path of spiritual liberation that we wouldn’t have gotten around to if we weren’t so scared.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

At Peace with War: Overcoming the Anti-Military Attitude

DePaul University with funding from the McCormick Foundation and other sponsors invited faith-based groups from throughout the Chicago area to participate in the “Multi-Faith Veteran Support Initiative.” I’m glad I went to one of the several orientation events they had, conference-room sized events with followers from a diversity of religions where I felt comfortable bringing up a point. The main kick-off event was just held – about a hundred people or so at the banquet room of the Union League Club. I would say two-thirds or more of the attendees were African-Americans from a handful of church groups. That should not be surprising since the Veterans Administration data shows the majority of veterans live on the south side of the city.

But I felt too intimidated by the preponderance of Christians to say much to anyone. It was hard to engage in conversation with the blacks – as soon as I said I was from the Buddhist temple, they seemed to write me off. The Catholics and United Church of Christ people were more cordial – at least willing to answer the questions I asked them about their work. Though I give DePaul a lot of credit for making their veterans outreach project multi-faith, it’s certainly not something encouraging “interfaith” cooperation.

My main reason for attending the event was to hear the keynote speaker, Rev. Dr. Rita Nakashima Brock (see photo above), because I’ve seen her name on a lot of events here and on the West Coast. She holds the distinction of being the first Asian American woman to earn a doctorate of divinity, but as she told her story to us, it seems she wasn’t brought up to have much identification as Asian (her mother was from Japan). I was disappointed that she spoke of Buddhism in a brief generalized way (not much different from Dr. Haneda lumping all Christians together). She made a reference to Obon but her description would make anyone dismiss it as some superstitious placation of ghosts.

For me the most powerful message from her and the other featured speakers was that in order for organizations to help veterans re-connect with spirituality (Dr. Brock’s concept of “soul repair”) people need to have a better understanding of military life, the life that veterans lived for several years before returning to civilian life. The testimony of many veterans is that God has judged them for being murderers, including those who did not fire weapons, but participated indirectly or even just for surviving attacks that killed their comrades. So going to a church where people feel self-righteous about their relative lack of sin can be painful for veterans seeking a sense of acceptance in the spiritual sense.

I think this is one outreach project where Jodo Shinshu can speak to those veterans dealing with “moral injury” (the term Dr. Brock has popularized to indicate the wounded sense of having violated one’s moral beliefs). Honen and Shinran saw the meanness of their own aristocratic class members denigrating poor working people for breaking Buddhist precepts (e.g. taking life, false speech, having sexual relations). In their teachings they pointed out that because each of us is full of ego-attached defilements, why dump on those who had no choice but to be butchers, tanners, hunters or even prostitutes?

Many Buddhists now put anyone with the military in that “evil person” category. Too many descriptions of “Right Livelihood” in the Eightfold Path say that anything to do with handling weapons (building, selling, using) is forbidden. At one of our Buddhist Council of the Midwest annual gatherings, the Buddhist Peace Fellowship wanted to put out literature and a petition protesting putting in a naval academy program at a local high school. Some of us felt that was something too political to be at our event. To condemn young people (especially from disadvantaged households) who want to consider going into the military is like the anti-abortion protestors who block clinics and terrorize the clients but don’t offer to help people caught in the financial and emotional distress of unwanted pregnancies.

The book Zen at War brought up some poignant discussion and important information about how Buddhist groups in Japan cooperated with the imperial government during World War II, but it had a sanctimonious attitude looking down on anyone participating in military campaigns as unqualified to be a “true” Buddhist. I am not for going to any war, but history and current events show us that war is the reality we must acknowledge. There are many reasons why people join the military and we can’t judge them as moral failures as if our hands are so untainted by the spoils of war. Wars happen because of our greed as consumers, our failure to pay attention to how government officials are interacting with other countries.

I’m not sure how the Buddhist teachings can do the “soul repair” and “acceptance by a non-judgmental higher authority” that Dr. Brock spoke about, since we don’t talk about “souls” and “God.” But maybe for those veterans of any ethnic background who don’t find a reconnection with their spirituality at the Christian centers, our place and other Buddhist temples can give them a sense of being at peace with their past and open to the fresh new moments of the present.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Yee Haw Mazel Tov: Just Your Typical Buddhist Wedding

Of all the Buddhist groups in the West and possibly the whole world, Jodo Shinshu temples are the most experienced in weddings. Since Shinran Shonin was recognized as one of the first openly married teachers, it makes sense that we his followers acknowledge marriage as a significant rite and in most cases, something to celebrate. Before and even now after Shinran, the clergy in other Buddhist traditions are expected to be celibate and for them and their lay followers, any kind of bond between humans is derided as an obstacle to achieving enlightenment.

About once a month our temple gets a call or e-mail requesting a Buddhist wedding. In almost every case the parties are not Buddhist and are just looking for an exotic Asian backdrop for their ceremony or wanting to please relatives from Asia, so I refer them to other temples in the area. Unlike memorial services which are usually planned out in a week or two, wedding planning seems to consume several months. (The humorist Dave Barry commented that a wedding actually involves the same elements as a funeral – a minister, music and food, and asked why does one take so long to plan and the other is put together in a couple days.) I don’t want to tie up my time and mental energies on weddings, but I will take on requests from the members and friends of our temple.

(On the Buddhist Temple of Chicago dance floor)
The wedding we had this past Saturday was several years in the making. Tracy has been part of the temple since birth – her father’s extensive family has been involved in the temple since the early days.  However, her mother and her side are Jewish. I had Tracy as my Dharma School student and I remember although her parents brought her and her sister to temple on most Sundays, there were times when their mother felt it was important for the family to be at synagogue. It wasn’t that much different from the interfaith couples whose kids alternated between Dharma School at our temple and Sunday School at a church.

Tracy was a trailblazer as a young adult in coming out as lesbian and her partner Patsy soon became a fixture at our temple, helping at various activities. So even though some of our elder members had to be continually educated (i.e. scolded) about the things they said or did that discriminated against new members because of their race or socio-economic status, we never had to preach to them about accepting same-sex couples because they had already embraced Tracy and Patsy as people they appreciated having around.

Several years ago when many churches and religious groups such as Soka Gakkai in Chicago started performing same-sex marriages, we asked Tracy and Patsy when would they like to have their ceremony at our temple. They said, “When it’s legal in Illinois.” Finally last year the state legalized same-sex marriages and this year when it became effective Tracy and Patsy got their license and had a small celebration at a Boys Town bar, but for the big bash at the temple they wanted time to plan.

And big bash it was. With about 100 guests – family, temple members (including Tracy’s pals from her Dharma School days), friends and business colleagues, it was quite a crowd of different ages and ethnicities. But for that night we were all cowboys – that is, the theme for the wedding and reception was the Old West. Everyone from the toddlers to the 80-somethings was dressed in western wear – big hats, bandanas and boots. For the ceremony I started out with “Howdy” and ended with telling the crowd to yell “Yee haw!” as the brides kissed.

There was a buffet that included the tender beef brisket Tracy’s mother made, served with Japanese rice. Then for a good three or more hours it was non-stop dancing – featuring a few country-western hits, but mostly the dance hits of the 1990s to today’s pop. At one point, I interrupted the DJ and put on “Tanko Bushi” (coal miner’s dance), so we could do some Bon Odori (Japanese folk dancing). Then what surprised me later was the DJ playing an extended version of “Hava Nagila.” The crowd first hoisted up the two brides, but then they came down and Tracy’s parents were seated in chairs with people in circles dancing around them and from time to time the dancers converged on the senior couple with shouts of “Mazel Tov!”

Probably any minister would be happy to see the sight – the temple so alive with the energy of young people having a good time. It’s possible we may not see many of those guests back at our temple for services, but at least they’ll be telling their friends, “We went to a wedding at the Buddhist temple and it was awesome!” Nothing like a rowdy hoe-down to destroy the stereotype of Buddhism as a passive unfeeling religion.