Saturday morning saw me at the curling club, helping out with Curling 101. I do this a couple of times most years. It is always interesting – in so many ways. It gives me the chance to meet some new people, there to try out curling as a winter sport option. It gives me an opportunity to fill out my volunteer hours at the club. But what I most enjoy is the chance to see the sport through the eyes of people new to curling.
Usually they will have some very basic exposure to the game; maybe having played it at a work recreation event, or perhaps at a bonspiel with a family member. Some will have watched curling on television, and think it interesting to try.
One of the things I learn every year is that I am utterly unaware of the things I know and take for granted – how to slide, sweep, and strategize as well as protocols around play, etc. It is eye-opening to discover how much I have learned and habituated. Tactics, skills, and play rules are not learned all at once, but over time and when I play with newer curlers I realize how these all hold together. Abilities emerge more organically, although getting the basics in place is a good starting point! It is fun to be a part of their learning experience. I am always energized by their excitement at making a shot. I am inspired by the high fives. I am delighted to be a part of a good experience in learning a sport.
Some philosophers have compared learning a game to learning a language. The comparison holds in many ways. You learn to speak by speaking even while reading grammars and vocabulary books can help. In like way, you need to get out on the ice and make some mistakes to really learn how to throw a rock, sweep effectively, and have fun. Learning to play and learning to speak all involve trial and error.
Likewise, some theologians have said that religions are a bit like languages, which are a bit like a game. You develop facility in their ways of being in the world by giving them a go. You learn the way of faith by failing from time to time when you try out something new. You often grow forward by sometimes going backward. You need others to show you the way, to help you up when you fall, to point you in the right direction. Faith is, in some ways, a team sport.
In my intro to theology class we try to define religion and its marks. This is a difficult and fascinating task. Along the way I ask my students if a sport can qualify as a religion. Some sports have many of the marks of religion: ritual, community, a sense of purpose – even prayer in some instances. All the same, I don’t consider curling, or any sport, a religion. But when I see the joy of people discovering a new way to be in their body and delight at working together and the wonder of leaving worries behind for a bit on a Saturday morning, I wonder if my religion might learn a thing or two from Curling 101. In the meantime, I will continue to throw my stones with a smile on my face.