Food for thought:
- Take the incredible idea of a King who loves me so much that He’d be willing to die for me…
- In a culture that is structured around hierarchy and authority…
- Add a sense of unworthiness and isolation (which seems almost inherent in western humanity)…
It’s a perfect recipe, no?
I feel unworthy, unlovable. The work (therapy) to heal that, to grow up, can be far harder than surrendering to a belief system that:
1. validates me (paradoxically) by validating my sense of unworthiness (“depravity and sinful nature of mankind…”)
2. offers a savior; a way out; a way to be worthy, and right; a way to be better than my old self, and, by the way, better than others; a way to be accepted into the inner circle
I chose to rewrite all that in the “I” voice, aiming for integrity. I don’t want anyone evangelizing me, and I’m not trying to reverse evangelize anyone out of their faith. But as I puzzle over my own brief foray into evangelical Christianity, some pieces of the story — both my own small story and the larger Story — offer possible patterns.
The above recipe is one such possible pattern.