World Market

When I need chocolate, and nothing but an enormous brick of Cadbury Dairy Milk or a handful of a Kinder Surprise (those yummy chocolate eggs with little toys inside that my kids love so much) will do, I head to World Market, the big box chain store that also stocks chocolate-dipped Pocky Sticks from Japan.

And bottles of Italian soda in every flavor.

And squat jars of lemon curd with enticing labels.

And even piñatas filled with brightly-wrapped Mexican sweets.

It certainly isn’t the only store with a large candy selection, but it’s one of my favorite places to shop if I want to try something new from a hemisphere other than the one I live in.

Of course, some people might think my paper sack of all-on-one-shelf chocolate souvenirs is a kind of candy cheating. I’ve never been to England, Austria, Japan, Italy or Mexico. But I have tasted from those countries.

I enjoy sampling religious rituals and services from around the faith world as well.

When I was a child, my parents took our family to other churches at least once or twice a year: Catholic mass, a Lutheran Santa Lucia procession, a Presbyterian service. Attending various First Communion ceremonies for friends of age or Baptist youth group praise meetings added flavors to sample. Later, when I was a married adult, I occasionally attended other Baptist, Methodist, Catholic and Assembly of God services with the extended family I had married into. Borrowing from those traditions, or at least what I most enjoyed from them, a snippet here or prayer phrase here, added flavor to my worship. Even traveling to other LDS services – General Conference IN the tabernacle, Sacrament meeting in a colonial-style red brick meetinghouse in Washington D.C., or a testimony meeting in a tiny branch in Willmar, Minnesota, for example – adds to my practice of Mormonism.

Over the last few years, I’ve had multiple opportunities to worship with a dear Episcopal friend, to attend a local Holi festival, to eat Passover seder, to listen to Unitarian handbell choirs and to study the Bible with southern evangelicals. I would very much like to squeeze in a trip to a nearby Hindu temple before the year is out. And I am eagerly awaiting an upcoming meditation retreat that will help me better understand foundational principles of Buddhism. Each new religious tradition I am exposed to teaches me something new. Each new hymn I sing awakens my ears.

However, I’ve heard such service sampling described as “religious tourism” by one critical acquaintance. We’ve also heard recent warnings against cafeteria Mormonism over the pulpit, the implication being that picking and choosing what tastes best or looks most appetizing is somehow spiritually deficient or even dangerous. I don’t think the charge has much traction in my testimony, but it gets me thinking. I hope that my occasional attendance and observance of these other religious practices has depth. I hope that I am adding nutritional value to my spiritual diet. Like Kathleen Norris, a midwestern (protestant) poet who spent eighteen months over the course of several years living the liturgy with Benedictine monks at St. John’s Abbey in Collegeville, Minnesota, and then wrote about her moving experience there in The Cloister Walk, I want to be enlightened and expanded by my exposure to other rituals. I want them to help me draw closer to God and other people.

Are there any religious traditions or rituals of other faiths that have been meaningful to you?

Or do you think picking and choosing from the smorgasbord of religious rituals is little more than play-acting or putting on a costume?