All of which is to say, when I place my sorry self on the grand scale of things, I can’t help but feel a bit decentered.
Christian Faith & Life
But we live our lives within the cycle, and our lives have meaning. Not a meaning handed to us, but a meaning we forge—right here, right now. Not by transcending our humanity but by looking it square in the eye, shedding any notion of being above it all, getting to work, and living.
If we think of salvation as a one-time deal, a transaction with God, the ways that the Bible speaks of salvation, save, savior, etc. (Old and New Testaments) won’t make very much sense—like this story of Zacchaeus.
Maybe changing our minds on some things—even on points where our “authentic commitment undergoes change”—is part of what it means to be a thinking Christian.
Ironic, isn’t it, that two cherished pieces of evangelical theology—God’s love and God’s unchangeableness—sit so uncomfortably together, at least once you dig down a bit.
Complaining to God is a way of standing by God. Sometimes it’s all we have.
Sometimes suffering opens up the heart when nothing else can.
Rituals are not beholden to our thinking but shape our thinking and when necessary step in the gap when our minds are tired and our feelings empty.
I’m really getting to like the Lord’s Prayer. Not in the slightest bit boring. Here are three things in particular have struck me these past couple of weeks (even though the prayer has a lot more going for it that just three things).
Expanding your faith is like renovating your house. Your 120 year-old Victorian is rock solid, the envy of the neighborhood, though maybe needing a touch up here and there. Until an expert builder does a walk through—and what he finds isn’t pretty. One side of the house is resting on a badly cracked foundation. You couldn’t tell on […]