The real goal of growing-up spiritually is to embrace doubt. A true Christian in my books is at best hesitant.
In Gethsemane, the agony of Christ tells us about hesitation in the face of destiny rather than over-confidence.
Too much emphasis on trusting gods and their (self-appointed) messengers, the absolute power of absolute hell-and-heaven tandem has been, paradoxically, too often the cause for blindness when assessing the reality in the, still religion-obsessed, society.
In the face of sudden crisis at basic needs level we find ourselves caught un-guarded, and our true (and brutally honest) colours come out for all to see.
Matthew Parris in his article in The Times today “Sure, we are angry. But are we sure about what about?” tells it again like it is:
“This is the Age of Disenchantment. We’re all going to hell in a handcart and it wasn’t meant to be like this; it wasn’t what we were promised. We’re furious, but we don’t quite know about what. We’ve been robbed, but we’re not quite sure how. We want to settle scores, but we can’t decide with whom. Destiny has dumped on us and we don’t know why. We secretly wonder whether it might be a little bit our fault and that makes us even angrier. So any demon will do….”
Our anger is real and it has its roots in our un-fulfilled dreams and broken-up expectations.
I wonder where can one find a place for the Christ-shaped attitude in this post-postmodern Gethsemane…