So, apparently Michael Palin thinks Sven is the greatest living Englishman and far more interesting than he is, so I guess I’d better write something in response to Sven’s post on studying theology and being a heretic and that. Even though I’ve not done a degree in theology (nor ever really studied it in anything more than a pop-theology sort of way; sort of the theological equivalent of a New Scientist reader – which, funnily enough, I am), I’ve faced similar sorts of issues, challenges and questions over the last couple of years and have similarly been forced to face up to and rethink a large amount of my faith.
Like Sven, I spent a number of years as a charismatic/fundamentalist – I threw myself into the certainty and absolutes that the modern Evangelical church offered and shrugged off any of the doubts I had by reassuring myself that “if it said it in the Bible, it must be true, so any questions are obviously from the devil”. For a while, I was a literal seven-day creationist. But I couldn’t keep it up: I became jaded and eventually bitter. I sat through sermons at church picking holes in everything that was said. Gradually, I became aware that this surely could not have been the God I signed up to worship, and I began to rethink, well, everything.
The underlying motivation for me was one of being honest with myself, intellectually, politically and spiritually: I’m no longer prepared to accept the switch-your-brain-off-and-just-believe attitude that formed such a large part of my time as a charismatic/fundamentalist; I’m no longer prepared to compromise on political or moral issues because of some dubious prooftexting by a shouty preacher; and I’m no longer prepared to put aside issues I have with the theological teachings I’ve been presented with over the years.
The easiest way for me to deal with this would obviously have been to have just given up – to renounce my belief in God, become a secular humanist like all the rest of my friends and get on with enjoying life. And, on occasion, I’ve come close to doing just that: as I said to Naomi once, if I really thought that the modern Evangelical church really was the one true expression of Christianity, I could no longer be a Christian.
But, if I’m honest with myself – and that’s what we’re all about here, right? – I’m still convinced by the reality of God, of Christ and his redemptive work. And so I have to square that with my conviction in my left-wing, liberal, humanist beliefs – something that I felt quite strongly up until the point I became a Christian and then increasingly fell by the wayside as I became radicalised and fundamentalist, but something which I count as an important part of my identity.
And the answer? Well, I don’t know. But that’s not a problem. I’m still searching. I’m reading books by Brian McLaren, NT Wright and Dave Tomlinson; I’m having conversations with Richard and others about our journies of faith; I’m pushing my way down different intellectual and theological avenues just to see what happens. My notion of what is true and what is not has been radically rethought; I’ve given up on the idea of absolute morals and become more and more convinced about God working within culture rather than imposing himself upon it; and I’ve become very uncomfortable with the idea of a black and white, personal, in-the-club-or-going-to-hell model of salvation – did Christ really come to create an exclusive ‘club’ of believers, or did he come to redeem creation as a whole and bring it into a restored relationship with himself?
But the most important thing so far as I’m concerned is that I have started to ask questions – without necessarily being concerned about finding definitive answers. I don’t think God is going to be angry with me for honestly and earnestly seeking a way in which I can be both fully myself and fully in a relationship with him; and I think that, for this life, that’s about the best I can hope for.
Me and my two mates are the only true christians.
God went to the trouble of giving you a brain, it would be an insult not to make the best use of it that you can.
I’m in a similar situation to you, and I think I would have jumped ship a long time ago had I not worked for a Christian charity (and had a bit of support from them). I’m not churching at the mo, for the reasons you state above; I struggle at work sometimes. But like you, I have an ember of faith sitting there urging me on and I have no idea where I’m heading, faithwise, but have just enough faith to trust that God’s guiding me somehow. Currently waiting for Amazon to deliver me another book or two. Are there any groups to chat about this (IRL) in Manchester at all?