'exploded diagram' photo (c) 2004, Bennett - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/I am on a wondrous spiritual journey!

I can’t wait to see what happens next!

To my surprise, I have more peace with God now, than when I thought I had it all figured out.

I have more peace with God now that I’ve stopped worrying so much about sin than back when I was fearful that any spurious action might eventually lead to damnation.

To be sure, I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my life, and I do regret those.  I’ve hurt people that I had no intention of ever hurting – mostly by simply not correctly anticipating the repercussions of my decisions or actions.  There are lots of things I wish I could go back and correct, but I think the secret is to just move on and try to learn from the past.

And, I seem to be on this collision course with change.

Sometimes it gets a little overwhelming.  Sometimes I get the feeling that it’s as if all of my precious beliefs are getting “exploded” one after the other – in much the same way as those “exploded diagrams” depict every part of some piece of equipment, with little lines showing how it all fits together.

That’s a little like my precious beliefs.  Many of the things that I always imagined were foregone conclusions that were settled long ago by my religious forefathers, get pulled apart and shown to be what they are.  In some cases, there are parts and assemblies worth salvaging.  In other cases there are not.  Sometimes, once you see the exploded view of something, you can see a better way to reassemble it.  It’s a long process, and it probably won’t be finished soon.

The more I learn, the more I realize that I know very little.

For so many years, I relied on professional clergy folks to tell me what I believed and why I believed it, and to reassure me that this system of belief (whichever one it was at that point) was truly the best understanding that was available.

The older I’ve gotten, however, the more I’ve come to trust my own instincts, my own intuitions, and my own understanding of the Bible and of corroborating evidence.  Sometimes the evidence doesn’t corroborate very well, so then you have to punt.  But, it’s a wonderful process.  I wouldn’t trade the place I’m at in life for anything.

I pray that each of you experiences a wonderful journey as well!

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I recently read most of Todd Burpo’s book “Heaven is for Real” which details the story of his son, Colton’s, visit to heaven during a surgery.

I am still digesting the book, and contrasting it with different and similar books I have read on other people’s experiences.

Here are a few first-blush reactions.

1.  I am a bit bothered by books of this sort which seem, at first glance, to wonderfully confirm all of our best and brightest beliefs about God, heaven, and the afterlife.  We as evangelicals tended to read such stories and breathe a collective sigh of relief that, “Whew, we got our theology right… High five!”  I doubt that we actually have our ideas of God and heaven all correct.  So, why do stories like this seem to confirm, not challenge, our beliefs?

Well, my best guess is that perhaps heaven is trying to reassure us rather than start fights, so they tailor the experience to the crowd that is most likely to hear it.  Heaven understands that if you tell evangelicals a story that is a few degrees of the compass off of what is expected, nobody will listen to you.  There will be an awkward silence, and then the conversation will change to something more agreeable.  Heaven doesn’t want to start any religious wars any more than we do.

In Rebecca Springer’s book about her experience in heaven, “Within Heaven’s Gates“, she makes the observation that folks in heaven are grouped into communities of like-minded people.  In other words, Native Americans, who arguably base their concept of God on some sort of Great Spirit idea, spend their time interacting predominantly with others from their tradition, while adherents of mainline Protestant Reformation churches spend their time listening to heavenly lectures by departed saints like Martin Luther.  I used to wonder why Catholics were the ones who had visions of the Virgin Mary, not usually Protestants.  Perhaps that “side” of heaven is shown to them because that is what they resonate with, and is what they would expect to see.  Ironically, Burpo’s book does mention the Virgin Mary, and indicates that she still treats Jesus like a mom would behave.

So, I think this begs the question, are heaven sightings tailor-made to conform (to some extent) to the like-minded ideas of the people who experience them?  If so, what would it be like if the filters were completely taken off?

The apostle Paul tells the story of a heaven experience in II Corinthians 12, where someone (presumably he) “was caught up into paradise, and heard unspeakable words, which it is not lawful for a man to utter.”  That further begs this question of, “What aren’t we being told?”  How might Paul’s repeating of these forbidden words have changed our perception of God or the afterlife?  I guess I don’t suggest a malevolent tone to the lack of information, but it does make one wonder – both about the details of heaven stories, as well as what really are the behind-the-scenes details.  I do have a suspicion that if there were parts of Colton’s story that didn’t fit the Burpo’s belief system, that those parts might just sort of filter themselves to the back burner of their minds, and not get included in the story.  I can’t prove that, but knowing human nature, I’m not sure that I really believe that there might not be parts of the story that have been neglected.

2.  I note that in Colton’s story of the coming war, men are required to fight, while women and children stand back and watch.  My feminist friends who make a big deal of the concept of “in Christ there is neither male nor female” might have a bit of a problem with that.  I’m just thinking.  Are women not good enough to be included in the battle?  What gives?  Would that part of the story have been depicted in a different manner if the experience had happened to an adult liberal female believer instead of a conservative evangelical boy?

3.  Colton says that we get wings when we get to heaven.  That’s a little off the beaten path.  In my recollection of Protestant evangelical stories of this sort, usually even angels don’t have wings, let alone saints.  Colton’s version, that we get wings when we get to heaven, is a departure from that.  Interesting.

4.  There is a reference in the book to halos.  Halos are not usually a big part of the Protestant experience, whereas in Catholic artwork, every holy person has a light shining above their head.  I once saw a photo of a Pentecostal singing group who had lightning bolts above their heads while they ministered in song.  The woman who claimed to have taken the picture, Kay Garrison, was an instructor at the Bible College I attended.  The photo had been taken years earlier, and Sister Garrison said that she had not seen the group halo in person, but that it had appeared on the photo when it was developed.  In any event, in Burpo’s book, the halo seems to be indicative of folks who have a strong child-like trust in God, and folks who constantly try to figure out the nuts and bolts of their belief system tend not to have such a light above them.  While I find these questions fascinating, as I grow older I tend to more and more lean on a simple trust of my heavenly Daddy.  Based on this account, I think that’s a good tendency.

So, I don’t have “problems” with the book, per se.  I suspect that it’s an accurate account of what Colton saw, and that (for all intents and purposes) it is honestly told.

You have to back up a level or two and get a broader perspective before I begin to have problems with all of this.  As I mentioned in Item #1, I find some suspicion in the fact that faithful Protestant Christians have one sort of Near Death Experience (NDE), Catholic Christians have a slightly different sort, “unrighteous” folks – who nevertheless come from a Christian culture – have a different sort, metaphysical folks have a different sort, Jewish folks have a different sort, etc.  Not everyone who has a NDE sees heaven or hell.  Sometimes it’s more nebulous than that.

I read and watched several accounts of NDEs in the last couple of weeks.  Predictably a lot of them told of heaven or hell experiences, but many did not.  Even the ones that told of a hell experience, for instance, sometimes told of being “rescued” from hell as soon as they begged God for a second chance. That kind of messes with the whole “last breath” theory, which says that after you take your final breath you can no longer alter your final destiny.

Here is my fundamental point:  If we as evangelical Christians are prodded by our leaders to accept the testimony of Colton Burpo (primarily because it confirms our theology) then by extension we must also give some level of credence to the larger body of NDE stories, even if they deviate from our theology.  If we think Colton’s story has inherent validity, we must also review other similar and dissimilar stories, and examine common elements and themes that may present themselves.  If heaven is truly trying to get any message or messages to us, we have some obligation to look at stories that might challenge our status quo perspectives.

I know, I know, evangelicals have a real tendency to dismiss anything that deviates as “deception” or “demonically inspired.”  The problem is, the majority of NDE stories do not have demonic overtones.  To a large extent, they confirm many of the basic beliefs – in an afterlife, in God, in love, in a future home filled with bliss, etc.  If they were designed to deceive us, why would they confirm so many basic concepts?  Why wouldn’t they just try to drag the disembodied soul off to hell instead of encouraging it and sending it back to earth?  So I tend to reject the idea that there is intentional deception going on in most of these NDE stories.  There could be exceptions, or interpretations of NDEs that are a bit “out there” and one does have to be careful, but basically if we choose to let Colton’s story stand, we’re obligated to examine the others as well.

One recurring theme in NDE stories seems to be the overwhelming sense of unconditional love that emanates from God (or the being of light) that is encountered on the other side.  In almost all cases, that love is described as being “unconditional”.  I mean really unconditional.  There does not seem to be any sort of holdout on the love, regardless of the person’s race, religion, sexual orientation, beliefs, or any other distinction.  Over and over again, I see the theme of “they don’t care about our religious dogma on the other side.”  One story of a Baha’i woman particularly caught my attention.  Quoting from her story:

The world will experience tremendous upheaval. Great suffering will occur because humans are breaking the laws of the universe. Like a man arrogantly defying the law of gravity, humanity will experience great suffering as a result breaking these laws. Humanity is being consumed by the “cancers of arrogance, materialism, racism, chauvinism, and separatist thinking.” A cleansing of the Earth will result for the purpose of education. Humanity will become “born anew.” It will be a painful process, but humanity will emerge humbled, educated, peaceful and unified.

First of all, her statement (and many statements of other NDE folks) tend to conform to the basic story line that leads to a new heaven and a new earth, after a period of tribulation.  That part fits very nicely into my evangelical template.  It is her mention of “separatist thinking” however, that especially caught my eye.  That is an element that was so prevalent in my experiences of evangelical Christianity, and one of the major elements that caused me to begin to search elsewhere for more inclusive answers.  The evangelical (and perhaps more so “fundamentalist”) tendency to shun folks who are not in sync with one’s own beliefs (or behaviors) is, to me, a huge issue that must be overcome.

I was shocked when I began to be instantly dis-fellowshipped from various churches and groups, simply because I had questions that challenged their perspective, or my lifestyle began to deviate from their expected norms.  For folks who claimed to “love sinners” they seemed very eager to treat me in a manner that I didn’t consider loving at all.  They liked my money and my sweat equity as long as I appeared to be in agreement with their beliefs, but wobble a little, and you’re history.

Taking that a bit farther, however, I began to question my own role in all of this.  Granted, I was hurt and angry after some of my experiences – and I had a lot of sincere questions about why I believed what I had believed.  Some of those have been journaled on this blog site, and opportunities have been provided for anyone to respond with encouragement or a contrasting opinion.  Few have made any comment, and no one has taken exception to any statement I’ve made.  But eventually you get over the hurt feelings, and then you begin to wonder if your own reaction to how you were treated is perhaps contributing to the problem, not helping solve it.  Me pointing out to evangelicals that they are judgmental and standoffish won’t carry much weight if I am (in turn) being judgmental toward them in making my observation.  What goes around comes around.

So, perhaps it is time to take a bit of a new direction. Perhaps instead of focusing on my questions and annoyances in regard to the evangelical world, I need rather to begin building bridges.  If arrogance and separatist thinking are a big part of the problem, then humility and reaching out toward others would seem to be a corrective action.  Understand, however, that it won’t only be bridges to evangelicals.  There seems to be a larger need for folks of all faiths and all religions and all perspectives to come together.  We humans aren’t playing nice together, and I get the impression that heaven would like us to correct that before it is too late.

Does this resonate with anyone else?

For those of you who perhaps imagine that I’ve simply gone crazy, and that this blog is an amusing documentation of that spiral into insanity, I’m today providing a little bit of a peek behind the curtain.

If you are actually interested in understanding more about me, (and perhaps predicting my level of sanity,) head over to Kathy Escobar’s blog and see what she’s up to.  She’s in the middle of a really good series.  The post I’m linking to isn’t the first of the series, so you’ll have to navigate back to the beginning if you want the whole shebang, but the one I’m linking to especially resonated with me, AND Kathy provides a handy downloadable chart that depicts the journey.

Yes, I mean THE JOURNEY! 

It’s pretty cool.  I hadn’t realized it was quite this predictable of a path.

If you download the Word or PDF version of the chart, you can get a picture of where I’m at.  (I’m somewhere between very late stage 4 or very early stage 5.)

She explains it way better than I can, so I won’t try to improve on it.  Just read her version.

(Thanks Kathy!)

Leave A Comment, Written on April 19th, 2012 , Exile, My Story

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“Love the Sinner, Hate the Sin”  

It’s an evangelical mantra.  Back when I identified as an evangelical, I tended to get caught up in hating sinners because sinners were a danger to my own righteousness.  But, there was this whole problem with Jesus telling me to love one another.  So I, along with many fellow believers reminded myself to hate only the sinfulness of sinners, while simultaneously loving the person who does the sinning.  Thus the mantra.

Here’s the problem.  In my experience, it never seemed to work very well.

Maybe a person here or there gets it to work, Frank Schaeffer states that his parents seemed to make it work at L’Abri, for instance, but most of the time it just doesn’t.

You can’t love someone while hating who they are.

You can’t learn to love someone without finding out who they are, and if you find out that their identity is rolled up with something – a behavior or a philosophy or a lifestyle – that you consider sinful, you aren’t going to easily be able to get past the elephant in the room – their big sin.  It will block you from getting to know them as a person – as a human being – and therefore your “love” for them will probably either be extremely superficial (read “phony”) or else you will love them only long enough to very quickly bring the relationship to a point of decision – either the sinner has to repent of the sin, post haste, or else the loving stops and the shunning starts.

Or, it won’t really be love, it will be some sort of awkward “acquaintance” status.

I had a really hard time being around folks who didn’t share my standards of behavior.  Disagree with me, and/or my take on life, and I’ll eventually withdraw from you, or make you feel like you ought to withdraw from me.

So, I ultimately began to realize that if I wanted to obey Jesus’ directives about loving others, I’d have to get a little bit comfortable with sin.  I’m not saying that anyone wishing to do so would have to violate their own personal boundaries, or stop being who they are, or believing what they believe.  I’m not really saying that you have to love sin, (the title of this post was just to get your attention.)  I did, however, have to stop freaking out over sin.  Jesus hung out with tax collectors, prostitutes, drunks, gluttons, and their friends. He partied with those folks.  He rarely partied with the righteous religious leaders, and when he did, it usually didn’t go well.

For too long, in my opinion, Christianity has made a “decision” the focus.  You’re either with us or with them.  You either live our lifestyle or their lifestyle.  You either sin or you don’t.  Today is the day you must decide.  We don’t tolerate any fence-sitting.  Choose or lose.  Turn or burn.  One way.  Ours.

I am beginning to realize that reducing the Christian experience to revolve around a single decision might be a huge mistake.

If the Emergent Church is doing anything right it is, in my opinion, taking the Christian life back to being process-oriented instead of results-oriented.  Life is a process.  Learning to interact with God is a process.  Embracing righteous living is a process.    Quit looking for instantaneous results.  Enjoy the journey.  Encourage those around you to enjoy the journey as well.

I was always uncomfortable with the expectation (back in my evangelical days) that new converts would very quickly (often within weeks) begin to conform to the status quo.  The second or third time a woman showed up to church with cleavage showing, you would see the pastor’s wife take her aside and coach her about dressing in a way that pleased God.  (Well, in a way that pleased the pastor’s wife… whether or not God is offended by cleavage is a whole different matter.)  New  folks usually got the message pretty fast.  Conform quickly or get lost.  By the end of the month they were well on their way to talking right, living right, voting right, and smelling right.  Or else you didn’t see them again and you quickly forgot their face and their name.

The problem is, it really doesn’t work that way.  Life happens in tiny steps.  And, looking, smelling, and voting the way the pastor and his wife do, maybe isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.  I’m just saying.

So, how do we love the sinner?  By embracing them wholeheartedly – sin and all. That’s not easy.  It takes some getting used  to.  It takes a serious shift in perspective.  It takes the Holy Spirit.  It takes letting go of some ideas.  It takes a shift from prioritizing the principle first to placing the person first.  It takes “being not afraid.”  It takes a decision.  It takes love.

2 Comments, Written on April 17th, 2012 , Evangelical Christianity, The Emerging Church

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A couple of weeks ago, fellow blogger Nicole Cottrell (Modern Reject) did a post about how we ought to think of ourselves as saints, not sinners.  I had two immediate reactions to her well-written post.  I loved it and hated it.

During most of the time I considered myself an evangelical, I fought hard in favor of the position Nicole takes, which is basically that it is more correct for a Christian to think of himself as a “saint who happens to sin” as opposed to a “sinner saved by grace.”  While I still believe that to be true in a theoretical sense, Nicole’s post nevertheless set off some warning bells in my psyche.  I realized that I have a large set of discomfort with the way that philosophy often plays out.

In my experience, folks who take that line – everyone who is a Christian is positionally a saint because their sins have been forgiven, and their sinful nature has been trumped by the infusion of God’s righteousness into their lives – often end up taking it a little farther than that.  Frankly put, it seems to lead to a kind of “holiness” teaching that does not allow for mistakes.  It creates a zero tolerance approach to living the Christian life.  If I think of myself as a saint, not a sinner, then I create a standard.  I figure that I’d better not sin in any area of my life any longer.  I have to live up to the sainthood that Jesus’ blood created for me.

At first glance, that seems like a good thing.  Sinning less is always good, isn’t it?

Maybe not.

First of all, it tends to lead to legalism.  Suddenly we become very interested in correctly defining exactly what is sin.  And, to be on the safe side, we err a little on the side of being extra conservative.  Eve did this in the garden.  God told Adam and Eve not to eat of the fruit.  But then Satan shows up, and Eve tries to explain the rules to him, but she adds the part about not even touching the fruit.  That goes beyond what God said.  In a way, it disrespects what God said.  But, it’s safer.

If you aren’t supposed to eat something, not even touching it seems like a really safe thing to live up to.  It raises the bar in order to keep you safer from sinning.  The problem is, you end up with more rules, and stricter rules than you need.  If your children – the next generation – come along and say to themselves, “Well, the rule is that we can’t even touch it, so maybe we’d better not even look at it!”  Then the next generation comes along and says, “Our parents taught us not to look at the fruit, so maybe we ought to never come within sight of it – let’s make a proximity rule.”  Then the generation following that one covers the tree so looking at it becomes very difficult.  A few more generations down the road, and we won’t even want to talk about the fruit any longer.  Oh, we’ll admit that the fruit exists in response to a direct question, but any discussion of fruit, beyond that point in polite company, is considered totally inappropriate!

You get my point.  We keep trying to get safer and safer from sin, and more and more concerned with the rules.  In doing so, we sometimes create layer upon layer of safety nets, and lose sight of the original point.

Second, making yourself more and more worried about breaking the rules gets in the way of enjoying life.  It is concerned with fleshly things, not spiritual things.  If my largest goal in life is to avoid sin, I might end up in a monastic lifestyle somewhere – a long, long way away from the people I was put on this earth to minister to.  Those “sinners” might taint me.  They might tempt me to sin.  They might be a bad influence on me.  I’d better avoid them like the plague.  I don’t even think about walking in love toward those people – I’m scared to death of coming into contact with them.

If I go down that path I’m missing the point.  I’m more worried about preserving my sainthood than about loving, or doing the work of the ministry.  And, I begin to suffer from a mentality that does not allow mistakes.  Mistakes are sin, or they lead to sin, so that makes them sin by association.  I lose the right to make mistakes.  What began as a safety net to protect me, ends up trapping me.  I become bound up in the net.  I lose my right to be happy.

In the last year or two, I’ve begun to recover from the trap that I fell into over the years, while I was trying so hard to keep my sainthood intact.  I was slowly going nuts over my mistakes.  I had created a system of thought that didn’t allow for deviation.  I couldn’t live up to my own standards.  I was constantly beating myself up over the littlest faux pas moments in my life.  I was miserable.

I have had to start repeating to myself, “I have the right to make mistakes, and to not be judged too harshly for them.”  Slowly, it’s helping me regain my emotional health, and to recover from the evangelicalism that created that trap.

And, I’ve become really skittish about folks who make a big deal of the sainthood of all believers.  That’s where the trap started for me.  I believed I was a saint, not a sinner – and that created a standard that I had to live up to, but couldn’t.

Looking back on it, maybe I would have been better off had I just kept thinking I was a sinner.  I’m not sure where the balance is on this, but I didn’t find it by focusing on the righteousness that Jesus supposedly provided for me.  It led to me believing that I had to finish what he started.  What had begun as grace had to be finished by works.  I was way too worried about sin.  I lost a lot of decades of my life, worrying about maintaining a standard that didn’t fit me, or who I really was.  It detached me from people.  It made me angry with anyone who disagreed with my perspective.  They were sinners.  I had to shun them in order to keep my life pure.

Jesus tells the story of two men who came to pray.  One, a righteous man, recounted the fact that he had successfully lived up to a set of standards.  The other proclaimed himself a sinner, and threw himself on God’s mercy.  Jesus says that the one who was honest about his sinfulness went away happy, while the righteous man did not.

Jesus also says that he came to call sinners – not the righteous – to salvation.  Those who are not sick don’t need a physician, he reasoned.

If you have died with Christ to the elementary principles of the world, why, as if you were living in the world, do you submit yourself to decrees, such as, “Do not handle, do not taste, do not touch!” (which all refer to things destined to perish with use)—in accordance with the commandments and teachings of men? These are matters which have, to be sure, the appearance of wisdom in self-made religion and self-abasement and severe treatment of the body,but are of no value against fleshly indulgence. –Colossians 2:20-23 NASB

Sometimes, sainthood is a slippery slope.

How about you?  Saint or sinner, and why?

Leave A Comment, Written on April 13th, 2012 , Evangelical Christianity, Exile, My Story

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