Lady of the Lake, that is the precise issue I’ve wrestled with and why I cannot bring myself to believe in such a God, even though I will challenge anyone who says I’m not a Christian. I cannot believe that a homosexual who loves his partner is inherently worse than a man who beats his wife, yet that’s what I feel some people think I must believe.
His4Ever, you said
I need to make two points, and I’ll try to do this as gently as possible. Please understand this is not being done to hurt you, but to tell you why I disagree. First, by those standards, you have been “living in sinful behaviour”. Should we then disfellowship you? Second, I’ve been “disfellowshipped” after a fashion. Rather than leave me with a desire to repent, it left me with a desire never to associate with such people again. I hardened my heart and turned away. Do you really want people to do that to Christ? Third, Levi was a tax collector who was about as bad a sinner as you could be and still be Jewish in Jesus’ time, yet Christ called him to be a disciple. As I was checking my facts on this, I also came across Mark 2:15-17:
There are those of us in the world who wonder if anyone can love us, who believe we are unworthy of love. For the first 20-odd years of my life, that applied to simple human love, such as that shared between husband and wife. If we are not worthy of human love, how can we possibly be worthy of God’s love? Fortunately, God transcends the possible, which I think is one of the things which drives atheists nuts! You want judgement and condemnation? I’m a real pro at that. I condemn myself for not being able to protect my best friend better, for not loving my neighbor as myself, including the twit who wouldn’t let me make a left turn earlier, and for a long list of sins, including not finding a job 10 seconds after I was laid off. There’s a reason I like the story of the Samaritan woman at the well. It’s because I know what it’s like to go out of my way to avoid crowds because the crowd would only condemn me. Remember, Christ met her at midday, when the custom was to draw water at sunrise or sunset. She was also, apparently, the only one there.
I known people who have been driven away from Christianity in real life. Does this mean God doesn’t want them? My fingers are trembling as I type this, because if God doesn’t want them, then why would he want me? I’m still more used to being unwanted than wanted, and I’m too blasted weird to be popular, and I’m not always sure I’m useful.
We are, I think, after different flocks. In my case some of them are stuck halfway up (or down!) cliffs, and I think one or two of them may have got stuck in trees! Saying to a sheep halfway up a tree “Get down here at once! You’re in deep trouble!” isn’t going to work. Figuring out how it got there, working out how to get it down, then climbing up and doing whatever it takes to herd it safely back to the flock might. It takes time, effort, and sometimes more than one person. (Hey, Libertarian! You got a block and tackle I could use?) There are also some I may never be able to get down on my own – why should they come down? They’ve got a nice view, lots of nice green leaves, and besides, there are wolves down there! I still have to make the effort, even if, a bit like the movie Babe, I wind up trying to convince them that those aren’t wolves, just the Shepherd’s dogs, and they don’t mean any harm. As for getting down from the cliff, this sheep has gotten herself into some positions which might even try God’s imagination! (Oh no! CJ’s at it again! Don’t tell me she’s going to need another miracle!;))
Anyway, I don’t know if this ramble has made any sense, especially that last paragraph. I’ve also been brought to tears by this thread, and I’ve wondered about my effectiveness as a Christian as well. I do what I feel called to do, yet I realize my witness is vastly different from some other Christians. My approach to judgement is more, “Yes, you sinned. . . . Do you now understand why you sinned? . . . Are you prepared to use that understanding not to sin that way again?” I know I’m less likely to repeat a mistake in everything from singing to programming to spiritual growth if I know why I made it, i.e. “OK, last time we sang this it was an A flat; this time it’s an A natural. That’s why I keep missing that note.” That’s why I believe in the value of understanding – not as a copout or a way of making excuses, but as a way of preventing future sin. Let me give you one last example. As I’ve mentioned, I’ve taught Sunday School at times. One morning, as we were walking from one building to another, one of the little boys yelled, “Last one back is a rotten egg!” and all the kids started running. Sure enough, one little girl tripped and skinned her knee. When we got back to the Sunday school room, I sat down with the little boy, and explained to him that, while he didn’t push her, she would not have started running if he hadn’t started it. When I was sure he got it (he was about 7 years old), I asked him to apologize to her, and I’ve seen enough insincere apologies in my day to realize this was a sincere one, unlike the one he would have made if he’d simply been ordered to apologize. Yes, there were issues involving the girl’s responsiblity for her injuries because she didn’t have to start running, but that is a different and more common story. Understanding, in my experience can lead to a truer and more lasting repentance than mere confession, even if it’s harder and takes more time.
Thanks for bearing with me,
CJ