When we think we can’t – we can.
So glad to have met Bill through his words and heart.
When we think we can’t – we can.
So glad to have met Bill through his words and heart.
“It is what it is.”
Said John as he teased another thread from the mess of threads.
“But it’s not fair!”
Said Bill as he flung the whole mess across the room.
“It is what it is.”
Said John as he quietly collected the bundle and teased another thread from it.
A lovely gentle reflective post which prompted that thought and this post.
Thank you Jnana.
The Gospels come to mind. This fella Jesus we love to read about, pore over, study every word, every inflection … This fella we love to teach and preach about … I wonder if his teachings can be summed as: “It is what it is.” This fella who needed only three letters … “I Am”.
Right now, there is much wailing and sorrow. But not from those grieving the death of a loved one – the noise is from those saying we are fed-up, we want to be free, we cannot handle being told to behave like an adult … Those who still think “me” rather than “we” … And who chant in every possible variant:
“It’s not fair!”
The Gospels come to mind. This fella Jesus again. Who plopped into a time and place when “fair” wasn’t part of any common currency. When might was right and death was cheap. When “it is what it is” was exactly how things were. Just the same as today – just the same as always: it is what it is. And yet he seemed to make the best of it. He walked in his safe place wherever he walked. He talked from his safe place with and to everyone. AND he avoided the obvious dangers of those who wished him harm – he journeyed away from danger in his safe place.
And all the while he lived the life he found – the life of it is what it is.
Right now we can all walk in our own safe place. A place we can choose to carry with us – to be us – to be at peace with all around. A place that avoids the obvious dangers not out of fear but out of love for ourselves and others.
A place that is of we rather than me.
And should that last another two years then it will still be what it is. And we can still choose to live in our safe place – or we can choose to call out how unfair this all is … How we should be free but are not – how we should be able to but are prevented from – how the government or the state should or shouldn’t – how we need a haircut – a restaurant dinner – our gym to keep fit – a coffee shop for our
poison addiction – a club in which to dance …
All that “stuff” we can’t live without.
The Gospels come to mind. That fella Jesus. He had nothing. Yet WE make him the perfect role model. The one who died for OUR sins. The one who is grace FREELY given. The one who meets US where WE are. The one who set US free for all eternity. The one without whom WE are all screwed (for all eternity).
Yet this fella Jesus had none of this “stuff” we shout about – he shunned all the “stuff” we cannot live without … All the “stuff” we want back – all the “stuff” we cry has been taken from us … All this noise about how it’s all so unfair!
Doesn’t that strike anyone else as odd?
For years I have been labelled (and self-labelled) an extrovert. It makes conversations over what we normally do (or don’t) far easier. When an introvert wants to stay put and I – an extrovert – doesn’t, then it’s not the introvert’s fault or mine that we disagree. It just “is”.
But having now “shielded” for three weeks (and with another nine to go), I wonder if these two labels are as simple as we have always thought.
I am finding life not that different “to before” … yet Mrs Paul, the introvert, needs to get out whilst I, the extrovert, having worked from home for a number of years (and still am) don’t. And in all the years of working from home no one told me that I needed MS Teams, Zoom, WhatsApp (and all the other video-call paraphernalia) to keep in touch. I was told to turn up at the office once-a-week. Which involved an unwelcome weekly commute to the office AND being told frequently to “stop singing” as I was irritating everyone (an unconscious habit I have picked-up working alone).
So the new “need” for all this video-calling and hi-tech “team huddles” (I now have no choice in “attending”) is an imposition. Like the universal and biblically-correct-teaching of sin and me …
That I sin – that I must sin – that I will always sin – that I am sinner and must be saved for my sin to be forgiven – and that if not I will be separated from God for all eternity. And all because I am sinner either saved or not.
Where is free-will in any of that – where is “love without condition” in any of that – where is this “God” we must worship in any of that?
We love the simplistic. The yes or no. The either/or. The black and white. The labels that make it easy for us to be who we are not by choice – but because “that’s who we are”.
On the one hand we claim free-will as our right – and on the other reject free-will because “that’s who we are”.
Like needing new “drive thru confessionals” … like needing new choreographed live-streamed services … like the (eternal) new need for the faithful to be together more than to be with the very God the faithful need to worship and confess to (in order to be forgiven for another week).
There is much I have questioned over the years.
Yet this Easter, unlike other Easters, I find myself wondering whether anyone else notices (or wants to notice) the many unasked but obvious questions. Like this unhealthy level of “need” across the global/local church we teach is of God.
A God the church teaches is a God of love without condition but which the church never manages to make a reality because “only God can love like that” – so the “no choice conditional love” is the church (not) taught “reality” most Christians then live.
I think I might have spotted the reason “why” this Easter.
The definition of “Love Without Condition” requires that “love” is without need and/or transaction (which is biblically correct).
Yet the reality across the global and local church this Easter is of massive “need” – a need to keep doing what “we” have always done with this transaction we call sin.
Anyone else find that a little odd?
I freaked out the other night. Didn’t dare go to sleep. Too scared to go to sleep. Yet sometime in the early hours I must have dropped-off.
I have seen a few blogs leading up to this-almost-Easter remark how the bible tells us that Jesus sweated drops of blood. I have no idea how you sweat drops of blood. Never have and hope I never will. Never wanted to emulate that element of God Soft Hands Jesus .
But I get the imagery. That he was freaked out. Scared. Terrified beyond scared.
In these times where death stalks silently … without regard for power or privilege – irrelevant to age or health – with and without apparent logic … I get the reality of facing death. A painful death. A death where saving my life might be judged less than saving another. A death where I will be alone of family and friends. Will be buried without fanfare or closure. May even become a statistic. Probably a painful blot more than “normal” on the lives of those I love.
This Easter we each face death no matter how complacent of our own immortality. A death unlike the story books. No concerned family around the bed. No quiet conversations of comfort. No tender looks and gentle touch. No dignity. Nothing of how we imagine our final breath and words to be. If you have read the accounts of death by Covid19 they are not a death I would wish on anyone.
The cross I was taught was fact.
Now I care not whether fact or fiction – real or imagery. This Easter I begin to understand a little better. Better than from the comfort of a polished pew in a heated sanctuary surrounded by like-minded (and healthy) congregants. Each of us with a shiny silver nail as a prompt to enter the rose-tinted sentiment-imagination of death by cross. A death that was also a “respiratory illness”. Of lungs that collapsed as breathing became something he used to do.
We are well into the annual debt-fest of Easter.
But this Easter I feel no noble sacrifice. I sense no honour or dignity. I have no gratitude or debt. This Easter I look up and see me and see you. All of us caught up in something we wish we were not. All part of a journey beyond our control. This Easter I see a man not God. This Easter I see friend not distant deity.
This Easter I care not if it’s a master-plan of foretold prophecy … no interest in debate of a PLAN A or PLAN B … no annual pining to feel even a little of what “our Lord” suffered “for me”. This year I wonder whether any of that really matters – whether so much of this “rose-tinted and sentimental” bible teaching really matters. This Easter I crave not the immortality of eternity in some imagined “heaven”. I pray not for the “second-coming” to save me from all of this. Right now I see no “sin-filled world” wallowing in its own depravity – about to get the come-uppance “they” deserve (and which I as a good Christian will escape).
This Easter I pray for one more day – lots of “one more” days – right here with those I love in this world that is precious and resilient – a world so beautiful and forgiving of our thoughtlessness. Right now I want to be with those I love rather than in separate homes. I want to hug the lady I love rather than have to keep half a house distant. I pine for the touch of skin on mine: a handshake – a hug – a cuddle – a rough-house … For the breath of a grandchild on my face – even the snot of a toddler to wipe clean – and oddly a nappy to change – I imagine not really caring if that mug of tea was mine or yours.
Sweating drops of blood.
Mine? Freaking out and not daring to go to sleep for a few hours. And yet …
Perhaps this Easter my connection is closer than ever. Perhaps this Easter I need no shiny nail – no like-minded congregants to surround me. Perhaps this Easter I “get” a little better what the bible invites me to get.
This world is beautiful. This world is home. This world is precious. This world has everything I desire.
This world is a world I wouldn’t choose to exit. This world – and this virus – cares not what I believe nor which religion I claim nor the future I teach nor those I label as good or bad.
This virus is teaching me – maybe all of us – just how much we are ALL connected whether we choose to or not. How we are ALL the same no matter how much we protest we are not. How Love really IS the greatest of these – and just how living in the moment of a touch or a breath or a glance CAN BE the eternity of “heaven” I never usually notice. This Easter I feel closer to my immediate AND global family than ever.
And isn’t THAT the real message of Easter?
Terry Waite, 1,763 days as a hostage in appalling conditions just told us all to stop complaining: “Change your mindset”, he said, “you’re not STUCK at home, you’re SAFE at home” #TerryWaite His advice? *Keep your own dignity – get out of your PJs! Form a structure for the day. Be grateful for what you have – shelter, home, possessions. Read and be creative.”
(facebook and – I guess – twitter)
Last night reminded me what normal is right now.
8.00pm ... I was hanging out of an upstairs window joining in the applause for all our carers. Listening as many in our street were on their doorsteps doing the same. Those in surrounding streets doing the same – the “sound” of respect, affection and gratitude rippling everywhere.
8.10pm … as I walked our dog, I crossed the road – streets silent again – because I could hear young children ahead playing near the pavement. I have no wish to come close to anyone who might (unknowingly) infect me with this globally-connecting virus.
8.40pm … reading on facebook of our niece 300 miles away is posting pictures of their newborn – a new life born unknowingly into all this topsy-turviness.
And now continuing my “shielding” and living a life with Mrs Paul six feet apart and in different rooms.
Typing these words is normal in a time that is anything but normal.
You’re not STUCK at home, you’re SAFE at home.
I don’t know about you, but I find kindness is thriving right now. And yes – I see the headline stories about the “me me me” peeps – the “fuck you” peeps – the peeps “taking” entitlement – bullies then as now.
But kindness …
I am allowed to be kind. I am allowed to be gentle. I am allowed to be the better me so much more than before … I am seen when I acknowledge another, when we move apart, when I thank another for moving apart … When I wait a few seconds when – before – we would both have squeezed-by without waiting at all … When I speak gently with a harassed call-centre peep after two hours in the phone-queue … When another asks if we need anything left at the door … When Mrs Paul asks if there anything she can get when she is out at the (two hour queue to get into every) shop(s).
Little things. Small kindnesses.
I am allowed to be kind right now unlike “normal living” when these small kindnesses go unnoticed (and undone) as we hurry hither and thither.
Be grateful for what you have.
I have no optimistic outlook that says when all this returns to “normal” we will want to carry this kindness forwards. I have a view that says we will each count up how much kindness we have “given” and instinctively calculate that we “deserve” a withdrawal of “books-balancing self-centredness”. That we will again live transactionally (which is what we call normal living) …
The church will again expect Sunday attendance and tithing. Work will expect more from each employee in return for being “looked after” right now. Banks will impose severe credit checks after current government “guidance” to be more financially forgiving. Mortgage lenders will recoup the losses of all the “holidays” us lenders are being given. The government will begin to balance the books with more (decades?) of austerity (again).
Change your mindset.
Isn’t that what “being saved” really is?
Less about being rewarded for sacrificing “so much” – more about how I live right now? Isn’t that the reality we never teach? That the bible is not about the future – but about right now this second. About “changing you mindset” right now and in every moment of living.
And isn’t that a universal across national-boundaries-and-social-rules – across cultural-divides-and-language-confusion – across financial-worth-and-“stuff”-wealth? Isn’t that where kindness lives and love thrives? In a mindset NOT of transaction – but a mindset of this moment. A mindset we are seeing more and more of right now. Of courage in kindness and strength in gentleness.
Be grateful for what you have.
The more I live the less complicated life becomes. The simpler the bible becomes. The less rigid and institutional “love” becomes. This moment is a gentle place, a kind place, a loving place. Where time and stuff is of no consequence (nor religion nor being right).
I got saved and then found I wasn’t.
Not until I changed my mindset. And that’s why I no longer call myself a Christian. I don’t think the bible teaches us to be good “Christians”. I think the bible invites us to change our mindset. It is what we are seeing everywhere right now. Living in the moment.
I call that Love without Condition.
This weekend will be the first weekend of enforced (or voluntary) isolation. For many still working (remotely, on-site, or any other way) these two days are when we “do stuff”. Stuff usually outside the home – stuff together – the stuff of getting-together and being together.
This week has been frantic! A week of work trying to find assistance for the temp-team we pay week after week after week. Who were told there is no more work as London offices shut their doors (literally). A bunch of wonderful (and skilled) human beings whose contracts are for “services provided” rather than for “employment”. And so are left without any financial aid.
As they have watched those who ARE employed OR self-employed being helped.
These are real people we “employ” in all but contract. Whose tax we sort out, whose sickness we sort out, whose work problems we sort out, whose names we know, and whose lives we are part of. People who look to us to “fix this” for them as we fix things every week. People we know as colleagues, friends, and superstars. People we have seen grow in their “temp career”. And yet all we could do was work feverishly behind the scenes trying to bring their plight to the notice of those who can offer aid.
We were not alone in that.
Temp workers (with contracts “for services provided”) number many thousands. Yet “our temps” are not numbers. Every “temp” is a person who knows us as we know them. What a privilege that is! What a compliment to be more than a source of income. What an honour to be part of their lives in a personal relationship. And – in times like this – what a responsibility to provide more than “our doors are now closed”.
>>> On Thursday we called every client to find out how they were coping. I came away humbled.
Every organisation has done we have done: dispersed its staff to their own homes with the equipment and connectivity to carry-on. Almost every organisation is “business as usual” – just without any confidence things will stay this way. Expecting and receiving the trust that – even though now “out of sight” – each person continues to bring the same commitment – that people were expected to do the right thing and are.
None of that has made the news. Just as no organisation has bitched at the cost of money, time and energy to make THIS happen. And THAT is unprecedented – that is GOOD NEWS – that should be recognised because that is ALSO each of us helping each other.
These five days have seemed a month. But yesterday we were told our temps would be supported the same as the employed and self-employed. So the next five will be as frantic making that happen for these real people.
THIS is not about making a profit (although it soon will be). This is about helping each other survive and perhaps even thrive (in “non-balance-sheet” ways).
This week I have walked our dog to the applause of strangers on their doorsteps acknowledging the human beings of our National Health Service. I have witnessed queues an hour-long of “socially distanced” human beings waiting patiently for their turn (and beginning to find shops fully stocked again). I have seen billions (of every currency) committed to supporting almost every sector of society. I have walked under skies free of the usual vapour trails down streets quietened of their usual traffic through parks where we each say hello (as we keep our distance).
And I read of death coming ever closer to our front door.
I wonder if this is a time for faith rather than a time for love.
Because I see love in every sector of society … “#clapforcarers” spread from Europe just as this pandemic spreads … recognition that THIS is about all of us is spreading FASTER than any pandemic … Love is being displayed in so many ways! So if I have faith and you different or none …
Does THAT really matter?
I look out and see so much kindness being ALLOWED!
By street and community … by country and continent … by this culture and that …
Kindness is being allowed … LOVE is being allowed!
And, whilst I have nothing against “faith” (and live-streamed services and fellowship), isn’t THIS bigger than THAT? Isn’t THIS when “the greatest of these” CAN be unleashed AS the greatest of these (just without the usual small-print)?
Some see the end-times. Some see gathering in church to be immune. Some believe immunity because of faith.
I see Love.
I see Jesus seeing Love as I see Love everywhere right now. I see the bible as inviting each of us to pick up Love in preference for our comfort-blanket of faith. I see this not as the end-times but as a time where Love is Allowed.
Death will always be us. And I am taking all the precautions I can to be of Life.
Life that sees video calls allowing a new silence. Where filling the silence is irrelevant. Where hide-and-seek with a wee one can be played by pointing the lens at a wall before “suddenly” appearing with a “BOOH!” Where “being” is becoming fashionable again. Where “virtual-being” is becoming the same as “face-to-face being” … gentle and unhurried.
I am learning how to be the me I want to be even in these new and changing times.
And that is a precious gift!
I can think of a handful of people who changed me. Outside of immediate family that is. People I met. People I hadn’t known before or knew after. Who came into me life and left leaving me changed. Family I think of – in this context – as the soil, the air, the sun and rain. But those who enter and leave again – they are sowers of seed.
Jesus is a sower of seed. The bible is a seed. Church and church life, all the fellowship, community, programmes and “service” are the environment.
Those people who changed me didn’t know they had or did. Sowers of seed don’t start with that expectation. They live with hope. Hope that something good might come of what they sow. Hope that some might allow that seed. Allow a personal fermentation and sprouting. Because a seed can live for years in a sterile environment. An environment that keeps a seed a “seed”. Never taking root, never dying as a seed to become something greater.
Sowers of seed cannot dictate the environment that seed finds.
I think that is where we struggle with church life and “religion”. We confuse seeds with environment. We think we can grow crops, we think we can modify seeds to produce greater fruit, we think we can count the seeds we offered as plants that we grew. But no one has ever “grown” a seed in me. I do that. I am the environment in which a seed lands. I am a sterile environment or not. And sometimes seeds can rest within me for years untouched and unnoticed. Until I am the right place and time for that one small and tiny seed.
For me the bible is a seed. And when I try and live in that “seed” I confine both myself and the seed. When I live for the bible and of the bible I don’t become the great big tree in which others live – I become tiny like the seed itself. Scared of change. Scared of becoming something bigger than I think I could or should. Scared of being something that looks different, that smells different, that thinks differently – that is different from the seed. That must be different if the seed is to be anything other than a “seed”.
I see that same confusion with the coronavirus. We are scared of change. Scared of the unknown. Even when the unknown is not that different to the known: that those who live with less health and greater age live a more precarious life (despite medical science and miracles). But our usual repressed fear sprouts in such times. We are scared we might be without. Scared we might not have all the comforts we regard as essentials. We remain seeds scared of what might “get us” – scared of all that is outside our comfort zones. So we withdraw (prep and panic buy) and isolate ourselves (literally in some cases). We pull-in and focus on “me me me” even more than usual.
That has comparisons with the church life and religion I have known all my life. Because against all the taught “advice” of a lifetime … the more I don’t read the bible – the more I know the bible. Just as the more I don’t read all the panic news about coronavirus – the more I know the virus (and I am one with “underlying issues” and “age category” against me).
Just as against all the taught advice of a cultural-Christian lifetime, the more I don’t go to church the freer I am.
Free of the constrictions of guilt. The guilt of am I doing enough – am I a good Christian … ? Free of the constriction of faith – a constriction of believing the same as others … do I fit-in (so that I can make a difference) … ? Free of the need for compromise between family-who-won’t/don’t and church-life-that-does/must … How much do I give and to whom and how and when … ? Free of a diary always being double-booked and massaged … Free to allow “seeds” to grow as big (and as weirdly) as they allow.
As I allow.
I read that @ 30% of farm produce never makes it off the farm and into our shops. Wrong shape, wrong, size, wrong “something” … all because it won’t look the same as “proper shaped and correct size” stuff (we do see on the shelves).
I find that horrifying.
That we talk about saving the planet and climate change and plastic … yet 30% of the very fuel of life we keep out of sight and discard. And yet that 30% comes from the same seeds as the “proper and correct” ones.
The seeds I have allowed make me who I am.
I have no idea if I am of the 30% (wrong) of 70% (correct and proper). But why is that even relevant? I am who I am. And more and more I find the moment to be seeded with all I need.
For that is where Love lives and growth happens.
If I allow.
I was taught that computers work in binary – 1 or 0
I was taught computers can do stuff but not like we can
I was taught we are far superior to computers in so much
I was taught computers do the bean-counting
Yet the more I see, hear, and feel
The more I think it is not that
The more I see, hear and feel the more
I think we choose to become computers
We love binary.
We love either 1 or 0
We love black and white
We love a yes or no “issue”
We are either right or wrong
Correct or incorrect, false or true,
Saved or unsaved, lost or found,
Good or bad, church or unchurched.
We have stopped saying “I Don’t Know”
We have a problem with saying “Sorry”
We reject the in-human-ity of computers
Yet copy so much of what we program.
And if it be true that we become what we think …
I think we fearfully choose to become
What might Christianity look like if the Gospels had become ink before the Epistles? … “The Good News” – Andrew Blair
I have heard many “let’s go back to The Early Church” exhortations. I have thought it myself. Seems to me that replacing much of the “Temple Industry” practices/preferences still endemic in religion today with a “pure” faith (like what Jesus taught) to be an exceedingly good idea.
Except at what point do we drop the flagpole of The Early Church … ?
Before or after The Cross … Before or after Paul … ? If before The Cross where would the “The Big Reveal” of evangelising be? And if after … would that be before or after The Ascension – and if after how much after – and if before … why?
What might Christianity look like if the Gospels had become ink before the Epistles?
What a profound question from my blog partner!
For The Early Church was riddled with as much dissent as we have now – just that we prefer to paper over the cracks as we do today. The Early Church writings have as many tellings-off and “scandals” as today. The same “role model” churches as today. As much missionary work as today. A Head Office structure just like today. And – just like today – it was (and remains) a numbers game …
“How many have you brought me?”
I think it another good reason for going bible-blind. For being selective not in finding proof-verses that kill debate, but in finding the essence of the bible and letting the rest “rest”.
We are addicted to bible study, bible teaching, bible preaching. We have created an academic-theological language more complex than the most difficult of The Difficult Verses. We have idolised the verses of burden and sacrifice and hardship and persecution – idolised the verses of soul-saving-counting – made it all such hard work!
We have gone bible-blind in the same way as we have gone Love-blind – we read the bible and prefer to see darkly – we cannot live without sin and choose to Love sparingly. And we have that wonderful mantra written on the hearts of every believer:
“We are all but sinners saved”
Which is the get-out-of-jail-free-card used again and again as an excusing of our own weaknesses (or addictions) – along with the superstition at the end of almost every prayer “… in the name of Jesus we ask, amen”. Or else we won’t get what we ask for!
What might Christianity look like if the Gospels had become ink before the Epistles?
I think worth thinking about.
Thank you, Andrew.
Is perhaps, for me, now the most irrelevant question to debate.
We have The Law and the Old Covenant. We have The Cross and the New Covenant. We have this Book and that Book. We have the Scales of This and by the Grace of That. We have prayers of intercession and repentance. We have The Garden and our unworthy impregnated genes ever since. We had the ability to NOT sin taken from us (allegedly) … and if that isn’t enough – we make the ability to Love (without condition) part of the sin package – so make the ability to Love (without condition) also beyond our wherewithal.
In fact – if I was to believe all the religious teachings I have been taught – I would think myself stripped and neutered of our Creator’s intended template and very much faulty-goods.
I used to think that.
But then I got to thinking.
Why do we excuse ourselves … ? Why is it that Love (without condition) is the remit only of God and not me … ? Why must I wait until I die before I experience/become Love Without Condition … ? And it’s all because of what I was taught.
So either I was unlucky and had a load of false teachers – or The Teaching I got has the seal of approval from God.
It can’t be both.
But more than that – I got to thinking that Sin is the fuel on which religions and faiths (of all creeds and colours) run …
* All require me to be indebted to a God.
* All require me to seek forgiveness (on a regular basis).
* All demand my obedience and sacrifice.
* All promise – in return – that I will live for ever.
* And all because of Sin.
Take away Sin and there is no reason for all the embedded/correct transactions and conditions. But keep Sin embedded/accepted … and Love (without condition) becomes unattainable because of Sin. Because “Love (without condition)” I was taught requires no Sin. And as we are all “sinners” (I was taught) I cannot Love (without condition). Catch-22 (or biblically correct).
Now call me unqualified in God, but the God I know hasn’t a bad bone in his vaporous body …
I haven’t been baptised … I don’t pray (in the taught way) a great deal … I am known to use the odd swear word or three … I am not perfect but neither am I imperfect BECAUSE of sin … I am “imperfect” because there are a load of different ways of seeing/doing the same stuff – a load of different conclusions/actions depending on who you ask.
So whatever I do (or don’t do) someone else would do it differently. And when I am deemed to have been “wrong” or “bad” … ? It’s a hop-skip-and-jump to “I have sinned”. Because I always will.
And then we are straight back to “what is sin?”
“When I was bad doing that – was it sin” … “When I was wrong to think that – is it sin … ?” And then what level of involvement do I need from God … ? One hundred Hail Mary’s or a spiritual slap on the wrist and don’t do it again?
And so I walk this earth confused AND convinced both at the same time.
Confused as to will I ever get out of this “sin-quicksand” I am taught that I am in – Convinced I never can get out because God says (allegedly) that I must live in this sin-quicksand my whole life. Is it any wonder I consider myself incapable of Love (without condition)? Is it any wonder that “I” cannot stop reaching for “my” selective proof-verses that prove(!) why “I” cannot Love (without condition) – and that “I” must sin?
It’s because God says – that’s why.
I am unqualified in God. I have no pieces of paper from any earthly seminary or theological college. I cannot speak Greek, Arabic or any other “biblical language”. I don’t read the bible much, I don’t pray much, and I don’t go to church much. I tick many boxes of a sinner of the Lost World – perhaps worse than that – perhaps a false teacher.
But the God Soft Hands Jesus I know never sees me that way. Never judges me that way.
GSHJ seems content to walk my wayward walk. To be with me on Sundays when we both should be in church. To talk with me about the bible without ever opening a page. To celebrate the good in me and comfort the bad I can and am from time to time. God Soft Hands Jesus has all the time in the world for Love without condition.
But has little or none for sin.
Isn’t that The Way? Isn’t that being a disciple?
Isn’t that what he spent three years teaching and living? Isn’t that why he took the established “church” to task so often? Didn’t he find being “biblically correct” something incorrect? Didn’t he question “privileges of service”? Didn’t he focus on Love (without condition) with ne’er a “how many times have your prayed” …read the bible … attended church … volunteered for this that and also the other … how much have you tithed … are you dressed appropriately … are you a man (you are welcome) or a woman (cant lead I’m afraid) … ?
We see Pharisees only in the bible. We see The Law only in others. We think we are correct in our bible understanding. We buy-into being a mature or immature Christian. We love our Christian celebs and writers. We praise ourselves for our ecumenical broad-mindedness. We think the pews in church should be full to overflowing. We think our church better than their church.
Even when we read the bible we don’t “read the bible” it seems.
But we do worry about sin.
We don’t think we can ever escape it. Nor do we think we can Love without condition. Which means this wonderful planet will always be a sin-riddled-cess-pit to us. All because we obsess over sin.
All because we need sin more than Love.