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I've been thoroughly enjoying your writing this summer. I usually read you early in the morning on my phone and I am almost always wanting to respond as I feel your writing is almost conversational and invites the reader to do so. I've even started a number of responses but failed to finish them as my aging hands have difficulty writing on my phone. But I wanted to be sure you knew that your words are finding their way into the heart and mind of a fellow pilgrim in Pearisburg, Virginia in the US. Thank you!

This particular post brought to my mind and heart a friend and former co-worker at a small Christian school. I met him in the late 90s at church and eventually hired him to teach photography, film, and art, PE, and a few other classes as needed. In the early years he traveled extensively with my varsity basketball team taking photographs. Those were amazing times and we grew quite close. He was one of those friends you can go from zero to sixty directly into deep conversations without having to go through weather, news, or sports on the way to more serious topics. After 15 years or so of friendship and working together he moved back west to Oregon to be nearer his family. We have stayed in touch through texts and the occasional lengthy late night (for me) phone call. Through the years he has stepped away from his faith. He has shared with me why over the past year. He says he can't believe in or follow a God whose believers would simply forget and not care about all those left behind in the afterlife. The concept of "no more tears" in heaven has convinced him that God's character as revealed in Scripture is anything but loving. One of his close friends from Virginia visited him out west for the express purpose of understanding why he walked away from his faith. His visitor's eventual response to his concern was simply, "well you're right," he explained that in heaven we will be so overcome with the glory of the presence of God we will forget everything and everyone else. My friend's questions/struggles break my heart but not as much as the "certainty" of his visitor's response. First, the more keenly I feel the presence of my Lord in my life the more I am overcome by those struggling and hurting. I am moved to prayer, action, and yes tears. I don't believe that will ever change. Second, can't we see that through history and in our own lives the more "certain" we are about secondary doctrinal issues the further we divide, distance, and harm others. I am certain of my risen Savior, but what life after death is really like, describing life in heaven or hell, these are matters on which Scripture is at best deeply veiled. In reading your posts I feel you share this opinion.

At my school I received a great deal of pressure from more conservative elements to teach a literal 7 day creation in Bible classes. My stance was always, why? We don't know, I don't know, and frankly I don't care "how" God created the world. I'm much more interested in why! And I'm amazed that a loving God knew what it would cost him personally to create the world and chose to pay that price for us. That a loving God bows before a lost soul like me and you to wash our feet.

I can feel your feels in that youth room and I wish your leader had told your group "great question, I just don't know, but maybe we can trust a loving God!" "And maybe we should base our conclusions on what we do know about Jesus?" Maybe Jesus answered so many questions with questions so that we could learn to do the same...

Thank you sir!

Laurna Tallman's avatar

Your opening paragraph is a beautiful description of the Methodist Youth Fellowship in Niagara Falls, NY, that I attended in my teens. My parents became the youth leaders, along with the Associate Pastor. I was delighted to be sharing my parents enlightened version of Christianity with friends, many of whom were schoolmates. Some of those people became lifelong friends of my parents and I am still in touch with a few of them. For me, the crisis came later in Toronto when my dad again was leading a prayer group that was much more about discussion than prayer. For weeks people sat in a circle talking about their problems until one evening I burst into tears (shocking even to me for I was 26 with a BA) and sobbed that everyone was talking about problems, such as illnesses and deep theological questions, but they had no answers. The woman next to me, who I did not know, said there was someone I needed to talk to. She sent me to Fr. Ron Armstrong, one of the shepherds of the emerging charismatic movement in Canada, and he became my introduction to the kinds of miracles we read about in the Bible, including healings physical and psychological. Not every question was answered in that context, either. But it set me on a path to answer some deep ones. Eventually, my parents came into that renewal, too.

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