A Long Haul Trucker's Road to Spiritual Growth

Before becoming a long-haul trucker, I worked in theKierkegaard himself is a skeptic because he is trying
television industry for twenty years. During that time,to show that human beings, by themselves, can
I considered myself an agnostic. I did not reject theknow nothing; an assertion shared by Socrates. After
notion of God outright, but I was not convinced ofdeveloping that skepticism, he maintains that the only
His/Its existence either. Whatever the case were, itsolution to this predicament lies in first recognizing it,
didn't seem to make much difference in my life.and then blindly and irrationally seeking a way out of
Although I was a self-proclaimed agnostic, I stillit through faith alone.
prayed from time to time. I figured that, at best, IBut doesn't this present the risk of losing truth? How
was talking to God-at worst, it was a personaldoes anyone know what to believe in? The truth is,
catharsis. It seemed like a win-win situation to me. Inwe can't know. According to Kierkegaard, man's
doing this, I suppose that I had, in some way,solutions lies solely in the decision to believe and to
avoided uprooting the seeds of spirituality.have faith. This presents the conundrum that some
An experience in Cross Timbers, Missouri with mypeople are inherently geared toward faith while
truck driving trainer and his family, along with theothers are geared toward skepticism. As a skeptic, I
people of this small community may have been theclaimed that I, at least, needed a tiny modicum of
first event to pour some water upon these seeds. Aproof to base faith on.
life threatening injury to my trainer brought theMost of us are convinced that love exists because
people of this tiny rural town together in a way thatwe have had this knowledge revealed to us through
forced me to take a second look at my spiritualexperience. But if asked to prove love, it becomes a
philosophy. The camaraderie, love, trust, and puremonumental challenge to prove an ineffable quality.
selflessness that I witnessed seemed alien toThe Bible or the "holy" community doesn't help to
someone from the cutthroat world of broadcasting. Iprove anything about faith and religion any more than
could not help having a distinct feeling that somethinga book of sonnets proves anything about love. The
else might be at play here.acceptance or rejection of any unknowable concept
In the days to come, I would view the majesticis based on personal experience and faith alone. As
beauty of a Wyoming sunrise, the rolling green hills ofhuman beings, we are forced to take a leap of faith,
southern California, the jaw-dropping craggy peaks ofwhether it is into the realm of spirituality, or the
the Colorado Rockies, and the sharply erodedrealm of skepticism. Skepticism attends the same risk
pinnacles and spires in South Dakota's Badlands,of losing truth as does spiritual faith. This, of course,
where you can look for miles and see no signs ofis just my humble opinion.
civilization. It was difficult to view natural beauty suchEven with my decision to take the leap into spiritual
as this without getting a sense of wonder and awe,faith, I do not claim to be "absolutely positive". I
and without getting a profound spiritual feeling-thebelieve that "absolute certainty" in regard to the
feeling of something greater than myself thatunknowable requires an approach with a closed mind.
transcends human knowledge.Whether one has chosen the path of spiritual faith or
Trucking is a bit like the old adage of being in askepticism, in order to maintain honesty, the words "I
foxhole which says, "There are no atheists in abelieve" should take precedence over the words "I
foxhole." Likewise, there are darned few atheistsknow".
behind the wheel of a big rig. I wish I had a nickel forI believe there are many paths toward spirituality,
every time I've proclaimed my gratitude to a higherand that we each must find our own. My particular
power for either finding a parking spot in a crowdedpath turned out to be the highways and interstates
truck stop, avoiding a collision, or finally getting to goof America. I recall a humorous event on the road in
home after five or six grueling weeks on the road.which someone (or something) attempted to guide
I have no doubt that my time on the road hasme toward a spiritual path.
afforded me the ability to forge a relationship withI stopped at a rest area on I-20 in Norris, Mississippi,
God, although my path to this relationship is a spiritualand when I entered the men's room, I saw a series
one rather than religious. I have never been a hugeof pamphlets entitled "The Roman's Map to Heaven",
proponent of organized religion, and I probably neverstrategically placed on top of the urinals. I thought
will be. The repressive mindset of many sects ofthat this would, perhaps, serve as a metaphor and,
organized religion, the narrow-minded "our way is thenot unlike a Holy pilgrimage to Mecca, I would be
only way" thinking, the corruption and hypocrisy, andenlightened with an epiphany upon completing my
the blatant disregard to sound rational foundationsquest and flushing. So, when I flushed, it was with
and logical consistency in various dogmatic assertionsgreat anticipation, but when the septic cycle had
leads me to reject the "holy" community.whirled to its conclusion, I remained standing in front
In saying this, however, I do not mean to suggestof a urinal just as unenlightened as before. Despite
that faith is an unnecessary component in the pathmy disappointment, I realized that I'd still had an
to spiritual growth. I used to wonder why God wouldepiphany of sorts. For I learned on this day that if I
not just rearrange the stars to spell out somethingwere to ever, truly, discover a path to heaven, I
like, "Hello this is God... just wanted you to know."probably wasn't going to find the directions perched
But, I came to suppose that God would never doatop a urinal in Mississippi.
anything to prove his own existence because belief inEven in choosing a path toward spirituality, I do not
him must be based on faith alone. God, in essence,believe there is anything wrong with expressing
would be violating his own word if he created suchdoubt from time to time. Even my beloved
an improbable event pointing to his existence. AndGrandfather expressed religious doubt on occasion,
therein lies the rub-the word "faith".even though he was a devout Catholic. I considered
"Faith" is the single word that has probably inspiredthis to provide more proof that he was a thinking
more religious and philosophical debates than anyman rather than a bad Christian.
other. A skeptic might claim that taking a "leap ofDespite my Grandfather's eighth-grade education, he
faith" into a spiritual belief attends the risk of losingwas a master carpenter who designed and built
truth. However, I believe that skepticism attends theimpressive houses, along with a lot of other things.
same risk.When I was old enough to see it, I realized one day
The philosopher, Kierkegaard, set forth the theorythat my Grandfather, in his carpentry work, was
that human beings do not have the capacity to knowperforming algebraic calculations in his head. I knew
anything that is certain, and that only through somethat he had never been near an algebra class in
sort of miraculous event can they ever acquire suchschool, so I asked him how he did it.
knowledge. That seems well and good for the"Oh, I don't know," he humbly replied. "I just think on
enlightened few, but what about those of us whoit awhile."
have never experienced a "miracle"?I hope to strengthen my own spirituality as the years
Kierkegaard goes on to say that the miracle ofpass, and I suppose that I'll just continue to "think on
"knowing" can be significant for a human being only ifit awhile" as I travel along the highways of America.
he desires it to happen without being able to formBased on the relationship I have developed with God
any judgment about the advantages orto this point, my faith makes me think that's exactly
disadvantages of the transformation. In a way,what He'd want me to do.