Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Good weekend, Blue Like Jazz

I hope your weekend was as good as mine. Saturday we had a great camp board meeting. Church on Sunday was awesome followed by lunch at Rick and Sue’s, a quick hop into Caiden Walls’ third birthday party, then the pièce de résistance, bouldering at South Fork with Mexican food to follow. Monday Thatcher had a doctor’s appointment in Albuquerque so Felecia went with us and we made a day out of it. We had a fun time at the zoo, bought too much stuff at REI including the biggest Nalgene ever http://www.rei.com/product/629248, and had a great dinner at Taco Cabana. What really set Monday off was Felecia’s purchase of climbing shoes, a chalk bag, and an REI membership. Welcome to the club Leash!

Lately I have been reading through Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. I am considering it for our summer devotionals, it is awesome. Here is a long quote as an appetizer and to make your brain work a little this week.

“In a recent radio interview I was sternly asked by the host, who did not consider himself a Christian, to defend Christianity. I told him that I couldn’t do it, and moreover, that I didn’t want to defend the term. He asked me if I was a Christian, and I told him yes. ‘Then why don’t you want to defend Christianity?’ he asked, confused. I told him I no longer knew what the term meant. Of the hundreds of thousands of people listening to his show that day, some of them had terrible experiences with Christianity; they may have been yelled at by a teacher in a Christian school, abused by a minister, or browbeaten by a Christian parent. To them, the term Christianity meant something that no Christian I know would defend. By fortifying the term, I am only making them more and more angry. I won’t do it. Stop ten people on the street and ask them what they think of when they hear the word Christianity, and they will give you ten different answers. How can I defend a term that means ten different things to ten different people? I told the radio show host that I would rather talk about Jesus and how I came to believe that Jesus exists and that he likes me. The host looked back at me with tears in his eyes. When we were done, he asked me if we could go get lunch together. He told me how much he didn’t like Christianity but how he had always wanted to believe Jesus was the Son of God.”

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