Much has been written about the problem of pain and suffering. Less has been written about the problem of fun.
It has been customary for so long now to see the “cross” as the central symbol of Christianity that we tend to assume it has always been that way.
It is natural to feel Christ’s liberation reaching into every kind of bondage, and to want to act in accordance with that radical shift.
I am old enough to remember the contours of community. Many of my younger friends don’t have a clue.
Can you imagine a world in which it would simply be taken for granted that we all make mistakes?
In an age in which North Americans are by far the loneliest people in the world, many of us naturally seek an antidote to our loneliness by getting closer to others.
Since I am not a citizen of the United States of America, it could be argued that I have no business commenting on American culture, let alone American versions of Christianity.
I am not a Hebrew scholar. But I have studied enough Hebrew to know that to the modern mind it is frustratingly open, allowing for various levels of meaning and interpretation.
It is somewhat disconcerting to notice that in many Christian circles today the concept of discipleship, or following Jesus, is almost entirely divorced from the idea of being a Christian.
I meet people regularly who just want to be ordinary, decent eggs. What’s wrong with just remaining who I am right now? they ask.
