color conversion

We change from color to black and white.

I’m not arguing for what’s wrong or right, correct or incorrect, accurate or inaccurate, heretical or orthodox. What I’m arguing about is how unpleasantly dogmatic some people become.

The people I hang out with now are not serious theologians by any means. But for the most part they are open, gracious and colourful.

Tomorrow’s cartoon hits on this theme as well. Check it out in the a.m.!

You can get a print of this cartoon HERE.

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8 Responses

  1. markk says:

    whereas realising that god loves you is more like right to left.

  2. Mad =^..^= (AKA ccws) says:

    Call me weird, but the “religious mindset” I grew up with is more like the one on the left…and it’s made my life – shall we say – “interesting”?

    As far back as I can remember, my family and our mainline church lived the Social Gospel. In fact, my mom always used to say, “The Gospel is social by definition. That’s what it means to love your neighbor as yourself. The cross is a reminder to live out your vertical relationship [the upright beam] horizontally [the crossbeam].”

    The Jesus I grew up with was a flesh-and-blood human being who turned conventional religious and cultural assumptions upside down and inside out. Yes, he died on the cross, but equally importantly, he showed us how to live in the world in a new way. The life of faith was as much (if not more) a matter of following his earthly example as of “believing” – not a hypothetical “What would Jesus do?” but a real-world “What DID Jesus do?”

    As if that weren’t enough…

    In the mid-1960s, living on campus at a progressive/liberal American Baptist seminary while my dad was a student there, I devoured Tillich, Niebuhr, Kierkegaard, and Barth and looked stuff up in Kittel, or at the very least the Greek lexicon, the way other kids might look stuff up in Webster’s. (Never did get the hang of Hebrew though, LOL!) In a way, I got my own seminary education just at the age (10-13) when kids are first starting to figure out what they believe, independent of their parents.

    To say I came out radical is something of an understatement. I call myself a Zen Baptist Existentialist Agnostic Heretic. It’s been decades since I thought of myself as a “believer” in any commonly understood sense of the word. The very notion of “faith” itself raises more questions for me than it answers. I’ve spent more of my adult life out of church than in it – it’s as if I “know too much” to shoehorn myself into the place.

    But still, there’s this real-world human Jesus, living a real-world human life the way real-world human life was intended, busting out of every box anyone ever tried to put him in, refusing to stay on the cross the church tries to keep him safely hung up out of the way on, making his own path through the wilderness in full color and 3D…

  3. nakedpastor says:

    thanks mad. great comment…

  4. Mad =^..^= (AKA ccws) says:

    @David: Thank YOU for being another voice in the wilderness!

  5. Syl says:

    Mad =^..^=, you almost make me think I could be a believer (of a sort) again – that’s the sort of gospel I was looking for when I got hooked into evangelical, charismatic Christianity long ago (and took many decades to leave)…

  6. Gary says:

    Great comment Mad. I was raised fundamental and have only found in recent years the type of “faith” you describe.

  7. Mad =^..^= (AKA ccws) says:

    @Syl –

    I had a brief fling with Ev & Char in college – the “Me & JC Happy Club” was pretty much the default mode of religion on campus – but it only lasted about a semester. I found I had to check so much of “who I was” at the door – my intellectual curiosity, my innate cynicism, my social concerns, my depressive temperament (all inherited from my dad) – that no matter how hard I tried to get along, it never took hold. All it did was make my life hell because I couldn’t live up (or down?) to their notions of “how a Christian was supposed to be.” I came closer to suicide than I like to think about (even 40 years later!) before my stubborn cynical nature took over and said, “You idiot, you’ve got to get out of here and be who you are, not what this gang wants you to be.” I walked away to save my life, and almost didn’t walk into a church again for 10 years after that.

    That was the first of many times I’ve lost my religion, and the first time I faced the possibility that I might be basically an agnostic at heart. The emphasis on the supernatural Jesus – the relentlesly singular “personal Savior” dynamic and the focus on the gifts of the Spirit, almost to the exclusion of everything else – just didn’t ring true, and I wasn’t the only person I knew who got chewed up pretty badly when “miracles” didn’t happen or they couldn’t keep the happyhappy going.

    In the final analysis: If God made me (or you, or my dad, or anyone else) a curious, questioning, restless, cynical, depressive agnostic (irony meter BUSTED! LOL) who’s strangely drawn to a human Jesus in a human world, who am I to argue? The Me&JCHC can just go take a flyer if they don’t like it…

  8. Mad =^..^= (AKA ccws) says:

    @Gary – Good for you!

    I sure was glad I had enough grounding in a different kind of faith to keep me somewhat together when I got squashed under the weight of the Me & JC Happy Club. I don’t know how I’d have coped otherwise. I’m sure I would have been much more bitter.