Again it is time for a Sunday post. A day late. And it is likely you will find this a dollar short as well, but I have been putting off on writing this post for so long I figured I should just get it out there.
You see, after deciding I’d write about my faith each Sunday, I figured I would need to first explain what that faith is. But there are a few problems with this. First is the vast complexity of the faith, of any faith. The second is that it has been repeated and repeated, shouted on street corners, told in signs at football games, in Sunday schools and by bedsides. There are illustrations and two minute explanations galore. “We are all sinners who have fallen short of the Glory of God. The wages of sin are death, and so God sent Jesus Christ his only son to pay the penalty through his death so that we might have everlasting life.”
Simple enough, right?
But there is more to the story than that.
I say story because religions are formed and reproduced through stories. Often people take affront at the word myth, lest it imply that a person’s beliefs are not true. But myths, stories, tales of adventure – that is what our religions are formed around. These stories do not have to be historic, they do not have to be scientific, they do not have to even be logical to be true. We can recognize and believe in the indissputable claims of evolution while still seeing the beauty in stories of God’s creation.
These stories are deeper than what we know to be true.
The story I believe in begins in a garden, and as all good stories do, with a man and a woman falling in love. But it is a tale of love bigger than that of man and woman, daughter and son. It is a tale of a love for life.
The book follows the stories of others, of their heartaches and failures, miseries and triumphs, doubts and reconcilliations. It is confusing and frustrating because it is not the story we want it to be. But if I were to read the story of my life, I suspect that it would not read how I want it to read either.
It is a story of abandonment and searching, believing in, no matter how unlikely, deliverance and rescue. It is the story of a rescuer, a savior. It is the story of a troublemaker, a rebel. The story of a war wager and a peacemaker.
It is the story of forgiveness and redemption and life. Ephemeral yet everlasting life.
I say it is a story, but it is many stories. One great narrative that is repeated throughout all the earth and throughout all the time in penthouses in cities and caves in the desert. It is a story we live.
I’m sorry I have no better explanation than this, but this is the only way I know to explain my faith. But it’s a start.