My dad told me, once, that if you believe what the Nazarene taught, you are a Xian. Church doctrine isn’t what determines that.
I found some comfort in that, at the time, because peeling that label off was hard. I grew up believing that God loved me and that Jesus did, too. It was hard coming to grips with the belief that the loving god I was taught about had to be as much a myth as Zeus and Odin. All those stories are interesting, culturally, and are useful to see how people have tried to explain a confusing world. But, none of them have any more significance than that for me.
I don’t like to use the labels “agnostic” or “atheist,” though. They come with their own baggage that I don’t care to wear, either.
I found this on FaceBook yesterday.
“Written by Henry Scott Holland (27 January 1847 – 17 March 1918) was Regius Professor of Divinity at the University of Oxford”
I have not met Omid Safi, but he lives near me. He teaches at UNC-CH so he’s just down the road. It was surprising to me to find his essays about Islam on the Religion News website and realize that this writer is actually a neighbor of sorts. Today, he wrote about the standing protests in Turkey. That is a form of activism I can get behind. Not ranting. Not screaming. Not even chanting. No slogans. Simply standing for what you think is important.
I have met Lindsey Thompson and Gabriela Quiroz from the Travel Light film crew. We stopped into a/perture cinema one Wednesday when they were introducing their post-graduation project to Winston-Salem. They are part of a group of NC School of the Arts film school students who are hiking the Camino de Santiago this summer. Blogging as they go, they are making a film about the Camino, one of the most famous Christian pilgrimages in the world.
I’m fascinated by the Camino, so I am really loving following the journey of these filmmakers.