I believe in absolute truth.
I believe in the Word made flesh, spoken into Word. It lives. He lives. He is meshed into my Spirit. I love God. I also love His bride, and the many facets that are a part of her. Head, lips, fingers, ears…
All one body.
Friends, I care about you. When you read me reach out across divides, or quote wildly different people (who really may not be so wildly different over coffee), it’s because I want to understand them. I like gleaning bits of truth and/or observation that make me think or pray or lean more into Jesus. I want to love the whole body well.
And I’m not threatened by questions.
You see, questions, my own deeply painful questions, led me straight to a firm faith and dependence on God. A few years ago I went through an intense faith-crisis. I had questions that dug holes into me, and I was angry with God. No one could answer them (of course, some things can’t be answered on earth) and I felt like I was dying. It felt like death because when you have the Spirit of God in you, he becomes your life-blood, and you can’t bleed Him out. I need Him to live. Reconciling myself to this truth brought me to total dependence on, and faith in, the God who was content to let me not know. I couldn’t live until I was broken.
So if you see me seeming contradictory, or abandoning some theological ship I appear to be on, please know that my faith and foundation are in Christ alone.
He is everything to me. My identity is in Him.
Such freedom to know Jesus; such freedom to love others.
Because my Spirit is His, being friends with multiple people with differing views doesn’t threaten my faith or my standard of truth.
In fact, I think it teaches me to love better.