The New Year is approaching and I felt like making a mental overview of my journey through some of the blogs so far. What is obvious when looking back is that I am different, I think different, I feel different. Better or worse, this I cannot say yet but definitely more content. A big contribution to my change has come from fellow wanderers who, at times, felt like being part of my family. Here are some of them, the ones mainly responsible for inspiring my questioning of the spiritual and religious, putting me at ease with their openness and honesty.
I may or may not be interested in the same subjects as you in the future but I am sure that I can be thankful for letting yourselves found.
Eva, Harold Knight, Recovering Agnostic, Mark Vernon, a newly discovered Ashanam and others.
I know that you are not necessarily the standard believers but I reckon that the following text found on my friend‘s blog are the closest to my description of your online personalities:
I hope you’ve met at least one “Kingdom person” in your life. They are surrendered and trustful people. You sense that their life is okay at the core.
If money (from a certain amount up), love (if not shared), food (in excess or to little) do not bring an ounce of extra happiness why is that we never stop going through these routes in order to achieve it?
I have yet to find a better proposition other than that implied by ” whoever wants to save their life will lose it”
Guilty pleasures. Are there any guilt-free ones? I mean real pleasure is never free. My latest one is listening to exhaustion to the Ryan Adams’ The winding wheel (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9WstQOsO2Q ; it starts at min 3.42).
The price I pay for it is the risk I am taking every evening to fall into an old and dear habit of mine which is robbing the depression of its best feature: the ability to open the door to the world of lost causes.
One of them is the unused potential of the christian way of life a way as it is commonly perceived without going into the details of belonging to a specific gathering.
I have always wondered why do they have to fence it into a certain social frame (the visible side of the church), a clearly defined hope (to go to heaven), a poorly expressed love (the bubble of preaching from a high place) and sell it as the original product? Where does the other goods go? The dreams of having someone to love and be loved unconditionally ? The simple pleasures of laughing, talking, doubting, crying, drawing, playing with children and even falling into my darling melancholy without feeling the need to fit any of these into a man-made christianesque doctrine? Can we have them simply as human beings? Pretty please?
Getting old means that I like the truth to be expressed in fewer words, like:
Women are fighters, men are wimps.
We know we have arrived when what we really love becomes what we really need.
Can it be that the high nose Christians, you know who, those defined by weekly worship in designated places, are losing the chance of fulfilling the command of spreading the good news? At least one of them has recently remembered a long neglected tribe, where the gospel is seen as a story not only naive but harmful even. What is sure is that the evangelicals who have been for the last decades the champions of missionary work are left behind in this courtship in reverse. Will we see another change of ownership for the army of cathedrals and places of worship? Hope not but even if that would happen I would still say pass to signing on.
What I am interested in though is watching the competition between both camps for initiating social good:
Balkham says he has envied churches the sense of community they can offer, and thinks atheists can learn from the social good that many churches do. “It’s naive to deny that there’s a lot of good that comes out of organised religion, and I think helping in the community is another thing that Sunday Assemblies should be aspiring to unashamedly copy.”
So help them…selves.
Faith is unmediated knowing
Love begins with the terrifying sense of a presence in our vicinity.
It than takes us further to exploring the options which can be only two: either to attempt a contact with this presence or avoid it.
Whichever you pick and start with you’ll end up realizing that you need both of them. You need to be alone when you fall in the trap of mistaking relationship with ownership and you have to be with the Other when the dessert of you sole presence has completed its job and brought you back on earth.