Spirit Gives Birth To Spirit

I am sitting out on the deck of the shops on Star Island, one of the Isles of Shoals off the New Hampshire coast.  The sun is warm and bright and the salty sea breeze rolls off the water and makes me feel at peace.  I am thinking back to when we arrived, earlier in the day.  We walked up to a small church that had been here in some form since the 1700's.  There was a Unitarian service going on. (Unitarianism seems to be the religion Du Jour here in this area of New Hampshire).  As they bowed low their bodies in an expression of homage to an indistinct God, the leader of the service droned on about the creator God who does not have a name but has been called many things, "God, Allah.." and so forth. I considered all the unique things about Christianity, the gospel, and my view of God based on scripture and experience.  I considered the pamphlets I had been reading on Sharia Law of Islam.  I considered the hurried apostatizing of the Jehovah's Witnesses who had shown

So I used to believe that God was on top of a mountain, and all religions, being essentially the same, are pathways up the mountain towards God.  But what if that is all wrong? Christianity says we are not capable of making the climb.  We cannot climb to God by doing the right things or bettering ourselves through the humanistic dribble we sell ourselves from the self-help book shelves, or worse, from the modern day self-help gospel we hear in our churches.  Just do the right things, just go to church and say a simple magical prayer that you accept Jesus; just improve yourself by reading the right things or by controlling yourself.  No, we are sinners.  Dead to spirituality.  We hate God and his precepts because we are utterly incapable of not sinning. No, we cannot find our way up the mountain to God.  Instead, God came down the mountain to us. Without the sacrifice of himself, we would die in our sin.  Paul says, what I want to do, I cannot do, and what I don’t want to do, I do.

Where do you turn when things get rough?  When the road is hard and you don’t think you can go on?  This world is disappearing slowly, what will be left when it is gone? Why do people act the way they do?  What is the point of existence? I can tell you where I turn. When I started reading the bible I had come with many questions.  But, in it I found that I was not asking the right questions.  And when it slowly seeped into my bones, I found solace there.  And I found that to the really important questions I began to have satisfying answers. Answers for myself that gave me peace. Answers for others who were lost and disillusioned. I learned that the supreme question is “how do I love?”  And the answer for me was, “Love like Jesus loved.”  When I am burdened with questions and feel that life is unfair or I feel the burning pit in my gut, from stress and depression, or the resigned sadness that comes when I give up on little battles, one by one, I turn to God.  I do this by getti

I am sitting out on the deck of the shops on Star Island, one of the Isles of Shoals off the New Hampshire coast.  The sun is warm and bright and the salty sea breeze rolls off the water and makes me feel at peace.  I am thinking back to when we arrived, earlier in the day.  We walked up to a small church that had been here in some form since the 1700's.  There was a Unitarian service going on. (Unitarianism seems to be the religion Du Jour here in this area of New Hampshire).  As they bowed low their bodies in an expression of homage to an indistinct God, the leader of the service droned on about the creator God who does not have a name but has been called many things, "God, Allah.." and so forth. I considered all the unique things about Christianity, the gospel, and my view of God based on scripture and experience.  I considered the pamphlets I had been reading on Sharia Law of Islam.  I considered the hurried prostheltyzing of the Jehovah's Witnesses who had show

God is so big. He is bigger than your problems.  He is bigger than your disbelief.  I go through cycles where I question if Jesus is who he said he was.  And if the Christian hope (the hope of resurrection, first for Jesus, then for us, and finally for the world) is just the invention of a group of downtrodden people living in the back woods of the known world.   But there is something I never question.  I never question if God is real.  I never question that he has a personality.  I never question that he is involved intimately in my life and cares for me.  (What is man, that you are mindful of him, O God?).  I never question this, because I know Him.  I know him as well as I know my own father… possibly better.  And he is not my invention, because he is so much bigger than I am, so much more unexpected and imminent and wise than any figment of my imagination.  He is not my invention because other people tell me they know him, and I discover he is the same God I know. And I know al