Jesus vs. the Politics of Hate

May only God’s words be spoken, and may only God’s words be heard.
Amen


Living in North Carolina and growing up in the place I’m from in Western North Carolina, I was able to just ignore the lunacy being preached from the pulpit of Providence Road Baptist Church, in Maiden, North Carolina by the pastor there, Mr. Charles Worley. I cannot use the word “Reverend” as there was absolutely nothing “Reverent” in the spewing words of un-Christian  hate he spoke from his pulpit.

I thought it would be possible to let this one just slide over me like a shiny oil slick on the surface of the water. Even though the man spoke of me in his hateful sermon, he did not speak for me.

And then I got a text message from a friend, which I paraphrase here to keep things Under the Seal of confidentiality:

An acquaintance who lives out there heard those hateful words and it caused her to stop and examine  where she was in the relationships in her life, and question the decisions made to get there. The gist of the conversation being that once such hatred is given marching orders from the pulpit, these decisions - and by them how she defines her life – must somehow be wrong.

That feeling of grief and that sensation of helplessness that this pastor caused in even one Christian soul (or any other soul, as it goes) requires discipline (correction) by other Christians who realize the great error of his speech.  And it requires help from all of us who know better to be of any assistance we can be to those who feel harmed by his words. And so, realizing that my saying nothing to this sermon of hate was wrong, here I am.

I would have this same attitude for any preacher on any topic that brought harm to others from the pulpit, and do not limit my reaction to his hate speech against Lesbian and Gay People, aka Our People. To be a purist in the realm of spiritual speech, one must stand up for the protection of all people from such hateful, sinning people and the poisonous words they spread.

Without giving  further recognition to his exact words, in summary, he said:

  1.   The President of the United States is wrong for standing in favor of gay marriage, that he (the preacher) will not vote for him, and that “if you have any sense” then neither should you. He says the Bible and God are both “agin’ it” with no clear citations, because he is arguing the obvious to folks who are also “agin’ it.”
  2.   The preacher’s solution to “getting rid” of GLBT people is to fence them off, drop in food to keep them alive, and wait for them to become extinct because of their inability to procreate.
  3.   He will not vote for “a baby killer,” and(/or?) “a homosexual lover.” He then reiterates the point to make sure there is no plausible deniability for his making this statement. To say this should put his congregation’s tax-exempt status at risk as he has, in this statement, become a political spokesman instead of a religious leader. Churches may not have a public political opinion that goes so far as to tell people how to vote. This is a violation of the First Amendment to the US Constitution stating that the state shall not be connected with an organized religion (aka no Church of England for us, thank you.)
  4.   It makes him physically ill to think of two men kissing. “Can you just imagine…” etc.

The last point is actually the easiest to address because yes I can very well imagine kissing “some man,” because why? BECAUSE JESUS DID IT!

See: the kiss is mentioned in all three of the Synoptic Gospels as Judas identifies Jesus by means of a kiss.

Both references in Matthew and Mark use the Greek verb Kataphilein, which means to kiss passionately, not just a simple peck on the cheek, not a “makeup kiss.” Not an “air kiss.” In the Gospel of Luke, this same act is followed by the last pre-crucifixion miracle performed by Jesus: the healing of the servant’s ear. Jesus  says, “No more of this!” (bickering and fighting and aggrandizing,) and heals the servant’s ear when one of the disciples cuts it off with a sword.

Jesus (physically) moves in the Luke story from that moment of pressing passion from one of his closest friends (the kiss) to a moment of serenity and divinity by announcing that all the shouting and acting like “guys” must stop. Even as these men come to take Jesus away, and even as one of the followers of Jesus draws iron in defense, Jesus shows us the way of tenderness that can be found even in the midst of despair and accusation.

But those are just the actions of Christ, actions on which the CHRISTian religion should be based.

Looking back in Jesus’ heritage, taking an example from his family line, consider the story from the life of David, who would grow up to be one of the most revered kings of the Hebrew Bible and who must have had a true “inside connection” with God, because God (is written to have) liked him so much. Before he was king, though, he became friends with the son of another king (Saul) and we have the famous story of David and Jonathan.

Hardcore Biblical conservatives argue until they are blue in the face that the relationship between the young David and Jonathan was a non-sexual friendship. Perhaps so. What David and Jonathan did in their tent at night is of no concern to me. The author of the books of Samuel says:

“…the soul of Jonathan was knit with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.” (1 Samuel 18:1 KJV)

Have you heard words like this before… in church? How about the scriptural foundation of “marriage” in which “the two shall become one.” (Matthew 19:5 and Mark 10:8) The conservative folks who believe that the Bible is the inerrant word of God are quick to pounce on how there is no “Adam and Steve” in the creation-love-marriage story of Genesis, yet there is a David and Jonathan just a few books down the road. The important question here is: do we count something as God being “agin’ it” simply because it is not mentioned in the Bible?

Liberal readers argue the point that “there was no understanding of the word ‘gay‘ at the time the scriptures were written because such a (socio-political) concept did not exist.” This argument while having a nice sentiment leaves out many other things that exist “nowadays” that weren’t around when the Hebrew Bible was put together. Top of the list is the idea of “no-fault divorce,” which, while legal in many US states is nonetheless an abomination by Levitical law and was considered adultery in the New Covenant (between God and Man) pronounced by Jesus.

Even though Jesus was silent on the “gay marriage” issue, he was quite adamant on the sinfulness of divorce in Mark 10:7-9, coming nearly verbatim from the Christian Marriage ceremony, saying that whatever GOD has put together (in marriage) no MAN can break apart. In this public rite of Marriage within the church, the celebrant has announced that the marriage between these two people is God-Created, a lifetime bond, and there is no room for the error of divorce since only God can un-bind what is bound by God.

Coming Together as One

Continuing with the David and Jonathan story, the verse after the one above says that “From that day, Saul kept David with him and did not let him return to his father’s house.” (NIV)

Here again, an important line we hear in wedding ceremonies about how the man and woman leave the homes that raised them and strike out in a new life of their own. See: Genesis 2:4, “Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother and cleave unto his wife for they shall become one flesh.” How does this idea of “coming together as one” match with the story of young David and Jonathan above? The word “identical” comes swiftly to mind.

Kissing a man returns again at the end of the David and Jonathan story in 1 Samuel 20:41 in which – as they are about to part ways, they “…kissed one another and wept with one another until David exceeded.” (KJV) the word “exceeded” here means “got control of himself.” And as they are leaving and the story ends, we get one more bit of wedding lore: the Mizpah:

And Jonathan said to David, Go in peace for as much as we have sworn both of us in the name of the LORD, saying, The LORD be with thee and me, and between thy seed and my seed forever.” (1 Samuel 20:42 KJV)

You’ve seen them before I’m sure, the Mizpa Coin necklaces which have this verse on them, and the coin is cut in two so that the loved and the beloved each wear a half, that spell out the whole verse when they join them together. No matter where the two travel, they (and their love) are always together. (By the way, the word Mizpah has a few different meanings, the most prescient of which is that it is the name of the town to which David went at the end of this story, to hide from Saul who was trying to kill him.)

Yes, this cute piece of heterosexual fluff was brought to you by way of a story of two young men who loved each other, lived together, and kissed (a lot,) and wept together.

Could you just imagine kissing a man?  Yes, after READING THE BIBLE, I believe I could.

So if “God is agin’ it” (it being Gay Marriage in the context of this sermon), where do we find that? God never speaks from the cloud or the burning bush telling some trembling, unbelieving prophet “that shalt not marry a guy.” God does not “personally” speak out against this in the Bible. I will leave the argument of the conservatives about Levitical laws of purity for another day. Also we should not consider the writings of Paul which speak of men and women leaving behind their natural desires and instead doing that which is un-natural.

The language of this scripture does indeed talk about the wrong-ness of lying with a man: when that is not one’s natural desire. The same is true (sin-wise) for a gay man who would “lie down with a woman” thus giving up his natural ldesires for being with men.  Which brings us to:

Lying about Lying

In his second point (The Final Solution) the preacher brings us all back to the days of Auschwitz and the rest of the concentration camps in his argument that makes me wonder if he has even a passing knowledge of human biology. He says that LGBT people cannot have children. And despite his facile joke about a man (praise God!) having a baby, Queer people have been procreating all the way back, and will continue to do so all the way into the future.

My initial reaction was to wonder where this man thought “gay babies” came from, if they can “only” be produced by Queer people (according to his Final Solution theory of driving them to extinction) but if they cannot procreate, where do they get new gay babies?

In spite of the idiocy of his remarks that stink of Nazism, good, well-meaning, God-fearing, paying-all-their-bills-on-time and going to church every Sunday people will continue to have children (in some small percentage) who turn out Queer. That’s just the way it works. I can count the number of Queer people in my life who were created and raised by two gay parents on less than two fingers.

And the number of Queer people I know who had every other combination of parenting under heaven… those people number more than the stars in the sky.

We cannot “kill off” gay people by rounding them up and putting them in a paddock to expire through lack of creating new children. The real “Praise God!” moment here is that if such an abominable idea were to happen, on the outside of that gate would be generation upon generation of new “gay babies” who could surround the place and make that fence fall easier than the walls of Jericho.  As Hitler’s boys found out: killing off Queer People by simply making them disappear is not possible.

So what do we believe?

You’re asking me? Ask God.

In my own life (the only one for which I can speak clearly) this is very simple and it speaks to the black rotting core of this preacher’s words, and the blind ignorance of every single person in that congregation who dared to speak the “Amen.” And even more to those who came back to the following week’s services for even more.

Jesus told us very simply to love all people even as we love God, and even as we love ourselves. The fine print on that one Great Commandment is that if we cannot love God, and if we cannot love ourselves, then how in the Heck can we expect to love anyone else?  (Yes, children, RuPaul has it right on that count!) By the simple logic of what Jesus has taught us to do, this preacher has spoken against everything that the Christ and being a Christian teaches us. These words he speaks bring pain to those who can stand on the streets and say “NO!” to his face. NO! This is not at all what Jesus taught. And worse, it brings fear to those around us (gay, straight, whatever) who – for whatever reason or understanding – cannot stand up and speak for themselves.

  • “Oh my God, I must be the only person in this church-house who feels this way about who I love. Listen to them all saying ‘Amen.’”
  • “Dear God! I cannot disagree with these people on this issue because I will lose my standing in this church and this community.”
  • “Heavenly Father: if I don’t see anything wrong with these folks who aren’t bothering me, then am I, too, a Queer Lover?”
  • “Jesus. Does this mean that I am not even good enough to live?”

His words have brought undue harm on all these people, and he has left behind his calling to be a spiritual leader in order to speak of Votes and Killing and Starvation. And he speaks against everything the Bible teaches us about love.

What do do?

This is another point on which the Bible is quite clear. The 18th chapter of Matthew gives us the points of discipline when we know of those around us who have done wrong:

  1. Go to him in private and speak to him about his faults so that you may help him get back on track. If he listens to you, then you have won your brother back.
  2. If he does not listen to you, go back and take one or two more with you so that BY THE MOUTH OF TWO OR THREE WITNESSES every fact may be confirmed.
  3. If he still refuses to listen to you, TELL IT TO THE CHURCH and if he refuses even to listen to the Church, then let him be to you (the worst possible thing you could be at that time) like a tax collector or a gentile. In other words, if you totally mess up so bad that the whole church tells you what you did and you still don’t take heed, then you – my friend – are lower than the lowest. Please note: there is no mention in this section on the loss of salvation or loss of God’s forgiveness. This section is about how we are each one of us to treat each other as disciplined leaders who are on the correct track to help others.

The passage finishes by reminding us of another version of The Golden Rule that Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge can tell you a lot about:

“…whatever you bind on earth shall have been bound in heaven; and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.”

(The word there is “loosed” not “lost.” In other words: that which you turn loose of (abandon) here, shall be abandoned to you in heaven.)

My challenge to this man: you know where you have sinned, and you must listen to the voices of the Christian church around you who have reminded you in many ways how you have sinned and fallen short of the eye of God. Now is your opportunity to listen and to make right, as much as you can. Realize that some wrongs you have committed with just a few sentences can never be made right and it is within you – and your conversation with God – as to how you are to live with that, moving forward as a better, redeemed person. To put this in the parlance that Baptist people can clearly understand:

You need to GET RIGHT with the LORD.

My challenge to the folks sitting in that room shouting “Amen.” Search your heart and your conscience. Believe for yourself and don’t just Amen along with some unread preacher who tries to pull you away from your communion with God. Just as the man who spoke these  wrongs, it is now your opportunity to live an upright life by recognizing what you have done wrong. And by searching in your moments of prayer about finding ways to make amends.

You need to GET RIGHT with the LORD.

My challenge to the people who heard these words of hate and death and were injured by them: as I have said before, never let a preacher tell you that you are a worthless sinner.

Never stand by and allow someone to say (in the name of God) that the best solution for you is to be locked away where you and yours can die.

Do NOT add your Amens to such anti-Jesus rhetoric. Stand up and shout back: HELL no! That is not what Jesus taught us and that is not how God would expect us to behave.

My challenge to those who heard the words and in the secret places of their hearts feel fear for their own lives, for the lives of someone they love, or for how others will judge them if they stand up for JESUS on this issue. Follow the words of the song you learned as a child:

“Red and yellow black and white, they are PRECIOUS in his sight. JESUS loves the little children of the world!”

And then, when you are so tired of that song that you cannot sit by quietly, listen to another one:

JESUS loves me, THIS I know. For the BIBLE tells me so. …
Yes, JESUS loves me – the Bible tells me so!”

Stop arguing arcane points of what you think God believes on a certain topic because chances are quite large that you are wrong. So am I. So is the guy down the street. So was Mother Teressa. We do not know the exact mind of God, yet within us is the chance to see – and live out – God’s intentions.

According to Christian faith teachings, we regular guys are all sinners, and we have all at one time or another come up short in living for God. The redemption to be found in that idea is:

what do you do the next day?

Do you recognize what you have done that is wrong and make changes to ensure that you don’t go that way again? Or do you turn a blind eye on those around you and justify hatred and death-wishing on other people by some chopped to death mis-quote of something in the Hebrew Bible? In order to get to the path of the growing, more-enlightened spiritual person, that choice will be yours to make, and, if all else fails, just as JESUS taught us:

fail on the side of love.

There’s a message in this for non-religious people too and I hope you’ve stuck with me long enough to read this part. Do not hate all religious – Christian – Baptist – etc. people based on the words and actions of one bad preacher and one hateful congregation. Setting aside the politics of this church over here and that denomination over there, I know that not all Baptists believe the shuck-and-jive lies of this sinful man, or act in this abominable manner.

Don’t use this as your opportunity to fuel up the hate against all people of faith because “an eye for an eye” only leads us to blindness.

Use this as an opportunity to learn and understand these teachings (even if you do not agree) and even if you find yourself “immune” from the preachers’ words of rank hatred, be aware that there are some around you who are not. It is then up to us to show – by example – the actual meaning of Christian love and acceptance.

Yes, JESUS loves me…
the Bible tells me so.

Keep the faith!
- Amen

Going Into the Light – a prayer for those who have died

Since we are in the midst of the Memorial Day Weekend we all need reminders that this is not “national grill in the back yard day,” but has other, deeper, national meaning. A day of commemoration of those how are and have served in the United States Military, all branches, both at home and abroad.

This  is a day to remember that some did not make it back from wherever they were stationed.

This  is a day to remember those who served valiantly in the many armed conflicts of this country, and for whose sacrifice of time, and stress, and wellness, and distance from those they loved, helped defend and protect our national life.

This is not a day of arguing endlessly about the plus or minus values of war.
Not a day for speaking angrily of “cannon fodder,” and the economic inequities of those who serve our country.

This is a day we remember,
and especially those who have died on our behalf.

We offer the endless thanks of a gentle and peace-loving nation.

(For the prayer below I have used the singular male pronoun, shown in italics. These words may be adjusted as necessary.)

A Prayer of Committal of the Dead

 

Into your hands, O merciful Savior,
We commend your servant.

Acknowledge,
we humbly beseech you,
a sheep of your own fold,
a lamb of your own flock,
a sinner of your own redeeming.

Receive him
into the arms of your mercy,
into the blessed rest of
everlasting peace,

and

into the glorious company of
the saints in the light.

- Amen

 

To them I say, Rest easy.
To you: Keep the faith.

 

 

A Prayer For Those in the Armed Forces

Almighty God,

we commend to your gracious care and keeping all the men and women of our armed forces at home and abroad.

Defend them
day by day with your heavenly grace;

strengthen them
in their trials and temptations;

give them courage
to face the perils which beset them; and

grant them a sense of your abiding presence
wherever they may be;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

 - Amen.

The Breathless Words – a Meditation on a great loss

My experience here is not to write too directly from personal experience because… well… it is theologically irrelevant. My life isn’t like your life isn’t like the life of the guy down the street, so specific examples don’t mean much.

I’ll make an exception.

Last night I found out from one of my old friends that one of our mutual friends had her life changed in a most unexpected way, as she had to announce to us the death of her young son, a freshly minted United States Marine, who was killed early in his first deployment. As news of death always does, it hit me like a punch to the belly, and my first reaction was to cry.  What followed was a journey into what it means to be a missioner, what it means to have a faith system, and what it means to allow others (even the ones who are against us) to believe the way they do.

After the crying, I found myself mute, unable to express how I truly felt about what was going on. The  more I thought about “I’m sorry for your loss,” and “my prayers are with you,” (and I won’t even go into “…a better place,”) the more angry I became. How can I say that to a mother who – within in previous 24 hours – had lost her son? My thoughts last night were: if we were speaking of my son, how hard would I slap somebody for saying to me they were sorry. How dare they think that praying for me was going to do anything at all? How shallow and thoughtless could they be?

Comedian Ron White says about blowhard rednecks, “If you ever have a thought, just let it go.” In that moment (that stretched on for a couple of hours,) I had to take his advice.

I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t write anything. I couldn’t express anything because it all seemed so useless. What I admitted to someone last night was that to say any of those lines… to my grieving ears they just sounded like a bunch of half-hearted preacher-speaking bs. That is the human part of us letting the anger out when we really just need to be angry. And it’s letting the sadness out, when we really need to sit in a chair and cry. It ain’t no big thing. But we (read that: I) make it a big thing, and so, we end up embarrassed and ashamed and do nothing, and think the people around us are idiots.

Before this happened, as providence would have it I was on the phone with my mother for our every-so-often catching up, and in typical multitasking mode, I was sorting through boxes in my office as we talked. I came across one my old standby books from my “religion stuff” shelf called 90% of Helping is just Showing Up. The author’s premise is that when we are called on to be helpful or sympathetic, most of us tend to start filling the space of uncomfortable silence when visiting our grieving friend with insignificant burbling about ourselves: we talk about times that we have been sick. We natter on about how we got over it when grandma died. We are so uncomfortable with the concept of silence and grieving that we will say anything right up to the recipe for the Secret Sauce, rather than sit in uncomfortable, necessary stillness.

I wasn’t remembering that last night because I was practicing it. My brain went right to a social paralysis that looks like this:

I know and understand my own faith and belief system very well, and I know – intellectually – the outcome of this situation. At the same time I wasn’t able to express that because I felt that the words we generally use are all shallow and meaningless. Think of Charlie Brown’s teacher and the noise she makes instead of talking. I was stuck.

I spend a lot of time last night getting through my initial grief that was twofold: both for my friend and her indescribable loss, and that of her young son.

And then I started reading the sentiments.

Social media can be like a great digital guest book when events happen in our lives like birthdays and new grandchildren. And even more when we have a great loss. Dozens of well-wishers who, just like me, didn’t know what to say or how to say it, and so that single great feeling of a shared loss within that group of people came out as the words I’d earlier hated: “sorry for your loss” … “words cannot express” … “in my prayers” ….

It was the ah-hah! moment. It was the teaching moment and the moment of growth.

When we say those words to our friends at the worst possible moment in their lives, of course they do not hear nor will they remember what we have said. That is not the point. Even as I was reading through the pages of these sad greetings, I knew that even an interested eye would soon start to skim because they all “said the same thing,” on paper. That is not the point.

The spark of love within us that creates us as spiritual beings is in our own moment of helplessness when we don’t know what to say and we don’t know what to do, and so our words as if by habit fall into that Hallmark Moment mode. Novelists of any skill refer to these as the invisible words. When writing fiction it is necessary to put in certain filler words (“he said,” “she remarked,” etc.) that of course the reader is not going to dwell on, but they are critical to the understanding of the paragraph being written.

These words of sympathy and condolence are not spoken for the words they say, but because they are the invisible words that are not heard and yet we need to speak them, to come closer to expressing our communion, even in grief. Even in anger.

All we ever have to do – and all that person ever wants us to do – is to show up. In that rushed, urgent  moment, it doesn’t matter what we say but that we have said it. In that moment of crisis the words of I’m sorry are soundless, (or invisible if written,) but the “sound” of them being there remains. It is the consolation that we remember long after, looking back on that terrible time. This is what it means to us as caring, prayerful people to give comfort where these is no comfort to be had. We come together with our friend, we check our own fears and sadness at the door, and we become the companion that our friend needs and deserves: We. Show. Up.

And when the conversations drop and the room goes all quiet, we don’t try to fill the void with meaningless personal chit-chat as if it drives the bad away. It doesn’t. We. Show. Up. This isn’t our time of “healing” it is theirs, and our role is to be a catalyist to that healing, in whatever way we can. Make food. Drive people to the airport. Help somebody buy a dark suit when all they brought with them is jeans. Change bed sheets. Wash a thousand dishes. Make sure there is toilet paper on the roll. God is in each of these things because: We. Show. Up.

It isn’t necessary for us to “be strong” or “not show weak eyes” or “leave our tears at home” because if we are a grieving community, we must first be a community. And the most difficult part for us (because we are all just a bunch of “guys” like the Apostles in their days before enlightenment,) is the time when we have to sit in silence, hold onto a hand or hug a shoulder, and be with the grieving in silence. Let the silence be quiet. Let healing begin by giving it that space. Leave your horror stories at home for today is not your day to tell them.

It took me a few hours of meditation (and crying) to find my way around this minefield of discovering just how human I really was. As dumb as that sounds – being human – it’s what “guys” discover most every day. Each of those discoveries brings us closer to an understanding of God.

We are your friends and we are your family (or maybe the two get all mixed up together.) We have your backside in this battle and we will be doing the same at the end of this war.

When the words will not come, we are here.
When the words come out so loud that even the Thunder above cannot hide them, we are here.
And when at last the words come around and are with us again, all quiet, maybe even a smile: We Are Here. Just as we have always been.

Go forth in peace and pray for me, a sinner.

Keep the faith!
- Amen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 ”Where have you laid him,” he asked.
“Come and see, Lord,” they said.
Jesus wept.

(John 11:34-35)

 

 

 

Somehow it all works – a prayer for communion

With the coming of computer software (remember that?) and then apps, one of the most popular types of Bible study routines was and is the “One Year Bible.”  It has very little to do with actual study, but more about a race with yourself to see if you can slog through the entire book in 365 days.

Somehow, it’s easier for us to make it through thousands of pages of historical fiction (I am a Ken Follet fan) or the Harry Potter books, which has about as many latinate words (but way-easier to pronounce names.)

If one is a student of (or a member of) Western Christianity, reading the Bible should be prerequisite. After all:

how can you believe all if it, if you haven’t read all of it?

The reading of the scripture/Holy Words (etc.)  pertinent to your spiritual beliefs is just part of the work: besides reading the words, there is a much longer vocation of studying the words, striving for understanding. It’s difficult to have a good understanding of what one’s scriptures are teaching if the only time one reads them is in this annual race to see if you can suffer through the ENTIRE book in a single year. Needless to say, I’ve never stretched out a year-long Bible reading plan. My own reasons were that there was no depth to the reading involved: it was a matter of having passed my eyes over the words, just to say that I had so done. In order to save time and electrons on digital hate-mail calling me anti-Bible or anti-religion, neither is the case. As you read this please remember the ongoing caveat of these writings:

As they say on TV: Results Will Vary

I speak of scriptural studies (of one’s own belief as well as those of others) as an ongoing vocation because it takes more time than a passing glance… a brief romance (etc.) It may be helpful to look at alternative translations of the same work. In the case of the Christian Bible, the difference in the translations between the Greek and the Hebrew.  And it is very worthwhile to examine the contents and message of this book in relation to other scriptures such as The Koran. (If you ain’t read it – how can you hate it? Oh yes: because some preacher told you so. Please go back to the top and read again if this is you.)

Please note that to read a book of someone else’s spiritual belief is not going to “steal you away” from your own, unless the motivation is already there. Early theologians may have wrote that to examine such books is an act of herecy. That belief may (or may not) hold true today but keep in mind that even though the basis of scriptural study stays the same (the core book you’re reading is not having sections added to it or taken away,) the interpretations change with time. If we do not examine our own understanding and seek out what we believe are these core beliefs, then we are engaging in what some writers refer to as blind faith. Trying to continue a belief or religion by way of “you will believe this because I told you to” only leads to despotism and religious fanatics. Within the realm of our stated beliefs (for those of us who engage in organized religion) the self-examination of those beliefs is the very center of what we need as a spiritual people in order to grow.

For those who are not of a particular spiritual belief, or who sense no spirituality, such examination is critical.

  • I don’t believe there is a God because of X
  • X is a false god because of Y
  • People who do Z are doomed to perdition
  • God Hates X
  • It’s ok to do X because Y said that it’s ok

It is fine to make such pronouncements, but do not be off-put if I ask you: why. Spend the time, do the homework, express an interest in stating (if even for yourself) why you believe (or do not believe) the way that you do. That is the life-long vocation of the study of our religion, of spirituality, of philosophy or even geometry. We cannot take our beliefs completely at some other’s word. No one can tell us in good conscience what it is, completely, that we believe. And we, in good conscience, cannot simply read the words without gaining some understanding of what those words mean to us, tho those around us, and to our relationship with that in which we believe.

The interesting bit about a life-long vocation of such study is that, as intense as it may seem, the word “life-long” means that the entire cake won’t be baked overnight. Like any other exercise, to work our inquisitive brains to figure out (or confirm) what we believe – that gets easier over time. This prayer today is written with a focus on Christians, expresses that commitment, and acknowledges that we are not the only ones who are doing it.  Together, as sojourners of knowledge, we begin to live with and support one another. Others’ journeys and questions will not be the same as yours. Communion comes in knowing that we are all together in that same commitment to know more and believe well.

Keep the faith!

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Christ Jesus:

As the earth welcomes seed,
we would like to welcome your word.

In long moments of silence…
By day and by night…

It begins to grow within us,
without our knowing how.

And so,
you make us
women and men
of communion.

- Amen