I had the opportunity this weekend to spend a lot of time with a friend of mine here, driving to the outer banks to surf. We talked about faith, mostly Christianity, for a good solid seven hours. The two of us have some different ideas regarding the interactions between God and people. It was nice talking with him because it forced me to think and to articulate some things that I have come to believe in the last five years (maybe longer, really).
One thing stands out particularly to me. He asked me, "If we were to die in a car accident right now, do you know that you would go to heaven? What assurance do you have?" I was raised in the camp that asks this question, so I knew the question; I knew the philosophy that informed the question; and I knew the answer that would be considered the right answer. But that was not the answer that I gave. I found that I couldn't answer, "I know that I would go to heaven because I asked Jesus Christ into my heart, and I have faith that the saving blood of His sacrifice covers my sin and allows me into heaven." I could not give this answer, even though I hold much of it to be true. Instead, I fumbled about a bit, trying to articulate my experience that the closer I draw to God the more I become aware of my unworthiness. But this wasn't really at the heart of what I wanted to say.
Then, the answer I wanted came to me: going to heaven is not the goal -- loving God and becoming like Him is the goal. So I told my friend that I'm not really concerned about whether or not I get into heaven. What is religion? The word itself means the reunification of God and humans, a coming together. I find that I am much more moved by the love poetry in Song of Songs than I ever was in the past. True Christianity, true religion, is an intense love between a person and God. "I am my beloved's, and he is mine." Religion is not a legal contract -- it is a burning, passionate love, a desire to be near the One you love, and a desire to become like the One you love. That is all.
I cannot talk about this adequately at all. I'm sorry. I don't mean to preach, and I certainly don't mean to criticize anyone's philosophy. Love is not the stuff of essays; it is the stuff of poetry. Leave philosophy for the philosophers and love for the lovers.
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THAT, my friend, is beautiful.
I met a well known monastic elder for the first time in my life. The experience was REALLY uncomfortable. Why? Probably the biggest reason is, he didn't say much. I wanted his words to fill the awkward silence, or interrupt me from spilling out stupidities. But then, when there is nothing to say, it is foolish to speak. He was the wiser.
You needn't apologize. NO ONE can speak adequately about what you've raised. The few words say it all, "a burning, passionate love, a desire to be near the One you love, and a desire to become like the One you love. That is all."
Who can live this every day? A lifetime of trying only makes one aware how much further there is to go. But this is encouraging in those moments when we realy see (only momentarily) that the journey and the destination are the same thing.
I am happy that there are other people who are happy with the mystery.
I love this post. Very well said.
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