Big daddy love

God is more excepting of the road I travel and the friends I keep than we are of each other or even I am of myself. It's absolutely donkey brained to listen to someone say: "I think this God stuff is a bunch of BS" and write them off as someone who is going to hell.

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Please, I'm not saying that any of you have said this to me. Even Rudi, who was moved to tears over my blog entry, I never felt like he was writing me off. I totally understand how he meant his comment.

But what of it: Imagine we would just take each person totally seriously when they told us to bugger off about the God stuff. In most cases that would be the best way to show them who God is. If my son asks me to stop doing something to him, I stop immediately. I don't try and coerce him into thinking that what I'm doing is really okay. That's what perverse catholic pedophiles do, but not good daddy's showing their kids big daddy love. They are going to listen to their kids wishes, cause they know it doesn't make a difference whether they are doing something good for their child or not, if their child perceives that action as bad then it has to stop.

Why then do so many Christians see it as a challenge to apologetically argue someone into the faith, or go to far away lands, where they are not welcome, to force yet another culture to conform to western values, which really aren't christ-like anyway, only to come away from it all with a deeper intrinsic certainty that the adversity, with which they were faced, was a sign of the holy blessing endowed upon them. Bullshit!

Has anyone stopped to think that maybe all this missiology stuff may be a thorn in God's eye? Or maybe we should be somewhat more honest with our exegesis of the new testament and admit that, yes even for the most lay of laypersons, Paul's writings really do differ and add to a lot of what Jesus said.

Would admitting to these things really break our faith? Or would it make it stronger allowing us to approach people around the world in a newer more free and holy way, much like the way that Christ had to approach all of us dimwits during his 30 year stint on this rock?

(Please don't ask me for bible references, I've stopped reading the bible 2 years ago and I do not want to start a bible debate on this blog.)

Black it is

Back by popular demand. After a rigorous month of voting, I have decided to retune my blog to black. That's what I'm talking about baby! It seems that the yeah's for black outnumbered the neah's (sic). If nothing else, the black does look more threatening, which I like better anyway. ;-)

Cheers,
Jonathan

Chasing desires

Supposedly, it is God's will to seek him. But is it necessary to have to chase him? In fact I wonder if it really is possible to seek God. No matter how long I've sought him, I've nevertheless really honestly never found him. And if that's the case, I am drawn to associate the whole "seeking God idea" to chasing desires.

We all have things we desire, after which we chase. Sometimes we grasp them, at other times they remain elusive. Desires, however, are never satisfied. So is their nature. I think "god" or the idea of God, is a desire. We chase after it so much that it even becomes possible to say that we are being led by it, albeit the desire for God itself, has no leading capacities to speak of.

This idea makes me very sceptical of the idea of God in general. Then if God does exist, as free evangelicals believe in him today, then he is a God who chases after them. I don't see this though.

I see well meaning people following their greatest desire and often looking somewhat bewildered with their worship. What I think is crazy, is that theology provides a system of reason to explain away and encourage in the face of this loneliness (lack of direct contact to God). "His grace is sufficient for me", "in my weakness He is stronger" and other mantra, prevent the believer from ever voicing true frustration.

The zenith of modern Christian God experiences, seems to be in "on your face worship" where you come out having felt the "hand of God". But wait, do I have to feel guilty for admitting that I have almost the same feelings at a U2 concert? Damn, Bono must really be Jesus come again.

The point is: where is God in all this? How can I distinguish God from my desires of who I want God to be, if he exists? And if there is a God, shouldn't I be able to say that he chases me, and know it's true. You know, otherwise I start feeling like the uncool teenager who wrote his love a poem and she's always running away, all coy and stuff. That's the kind of BS that creates serial murderers not great worshippers.

I don't know. I'm just sayin'. Thoughts?


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