Chapter seven – Be
open
People are very open-minded about new things - as long as
they're exactly like the old ones.
~Charles Kettering
New wine doesn't go well in old wine skins. Meaning that; new ideas are not always easily
accepted, especially by those already established in age and power. The Christian church has adopted particular
behaviors that have been passed on as tradition down through the ages. Tradition itself is not wrong or bad in any
way, but the ideas and behaviors that pass down might be. Time for another history lesson; let’s begin
with the early church. Well actually,
there wasn't an “early” church, at least, not really. You hear a lot of church folks talking about
wanting to “worship” like they did in the first century church, but the problem
is, no one really knows how that might have looked. We can conjecture based on some historical
records and archaeological findings, but that seems to paint a very different
picture of what the church was in those days.
First of all, there was no bible, no amalgamation of books designed to
teach from, there was some small access to the Hebrew Scriptures, but even that
was limited. There were also no church
buildings per se, just small groups of Christians meeting in the homes or
public spaces around their towns. There
was also little or no structure to speak of, sure there were guys like Peter
and Paul who were there to give some guidance, but in a world with no access to
long distance communication other than letters or messenger, it was almost
impossible to keep any sort of structure afloat. Rules are a big thing in today’s churches,
rules about music, dress, what it means to be “saved”, and so on and so forth,
but in those days without some integral structure, there really wasn't a
framework to hang such rules on. So, in
a nutshell, the early church was actually regularly disorganized, guided by the
whims of those in control in whatever town the church had grown in, and each
group was for the most part autonomous, and without any distinct guide towards
some sort of structure.
Now about 350
years into the new millennium Rome decides to adopt Christianity as its state
religion. It’s only at this point that
we actually begin to see some kind of structure develop. The bible is brought together; some books or
letters are approved while others are thrown out. A structure of leaders and rules are then
applied to make the new religion digestible for the largest part of the
citizens. The “new” Christianity does
not make everyone happy, many Christian sects rail against this new concept and
get exiled or killed for speaking out.
Many of these groups fall under the term “Gnostics”, and Gnosticism
becomes the hated enemy of the Roman church.
Any books not approved for use in the newly formed bible now get the
label “Gnostic text” and are destroyed.
The Roman church becomes a juggernaut of power and control and then it
becomes apparent why all of these changes were made. Rome needed something to bring together the
varied and often warring groups of pagans within its citizenry. A single religion, with a set system of
behaviors, and built in controls would give them exactly the kind of
organization and power that they needed.
These “traditions” of control have been passed down within the organized
church for over two thousand years now, and it is these traditions that I find despicable
and deadly to the faith of the common people.
Every step we take, every new challenge within spirituality is meant to
grow and eventually free us from the bondage of fear, doubt and suffering. But the traditions that have been passed down
by the ancient church do exactly the opposite, they incite fear, doubt and
suffering on a global scale.
I remember
when I was about seven years old; I had gone to spend some time with my brother
who is much older than me. He took his
family to a new church the first Sunday that I was staying with them. I won’t mention the denomination, but the
church was a well-established group in the small town we were living in. Upon arriving I met the preacher, and
although he was a bit old and seemed somewhat distant, he won me over with a
piece of candy from his jacket pocket.
As we sat through the service I hung on every word, as I had been
informed by my brother that this man spoke with the authority of God. At first his words seemed gentle, but as the
sermon drew on he began to increase his volume and his aggression. Soon he was slamming his fist onto the
pulpit, and vehemently decrying the sins of mankind. As his fervor increased, I began to sweat,
and shift uncomfortably in my pew. Soon
he was rattling off lists of sins, and talking about the awful punishments that
would be doled out by God on the poor souls who dared commit them. Several of the sins on that list I was pretty
sure I had already committed, and I was frightened beyond belief. As soon as the invitation was given I knew I
had to be first in line, so I ran up the aisle as fast as I could, weeping
tears of fright, and knelt before this man of god, and confessed my sins asking
for forgiveness. I was told I had done
the right thing, and that I must be baptized and must choose to sin no
more. Thus began a lifelong struggle
with my own sense of value as a human being.
That preacher did not just implant fear into a child’s mind that day, he
implanted that fear into my heart and I continue to struggle with it to this
very day. Was this preacher a bad
man? No, not really, he was simply
regurgitating what had been forced on him by his mentors, and this lineage
follows all the way back to those men in Rome.
We have passed down the instruction of fear and self-loathing as a
tradition in our churches. No one is
good enough, no one is without sin, and all of us are condemned because God
seeks perfection. It is for this reason that Jesus came and died and that we
all must be saved, we all must fall in line, act according to the rules and
regulations and do as we are told, so that our vile nasty self won’t get the
better of us.
Complete and total
rubbish…to assume that the race of mankind is flawed is to assume that our
creator made a mistake, or at least was set upon by unforeseen happenstance,
either way that god is apparently not very powerful or wise. We were not “born in sin” we were in fact
conceived in love and compassion, children to be grown, taught and
encouraged. Do we make bad
decisions? Sure we do, and we probably
always will, but the issue is that we must realize that we are not flawed at
our center. We are flawed by our
teachers, parents, relatives, and the society we grow up in. Flaws come from outside of us, not inside,
and as children we are blank slates ready to adapt ourselves to whatever our
authorities want to teach us. If we are
broken, sinful, and misguided it is the fault of those in authority over us,
not to relinquish us from responsibility, but to say these things have a
reasonable and obvious starting point.
The church’s implementation of deceit and fear as tools to control the
populace has done more harm to mankind than a thousand wars. The very way we see and understand our own
value has been tainted and distorted.
The reasonable God that we have spoken of made no mistakes, we are each
created perfectly, full of potential and open mindedness, and it is the venom
injected by our authorities and society that damn us.
As Christians our first and foremost teaching
should be that God loves everyone, no matter what, no matter who they are or
what they have done or will do. I see it
much like the relationship I have with my own children. As a father I often get disappointed with my
kids. They don’t always listen, and they
often have a mind of their own to do things that I know and have taught them
are not beneficial to themselves or others.
Yet time and again they make the wrong decisions and reap the
consequences. Now, in the mindset of the
old “god”…I would need to dig a pit in the back yard and fill it with burning
sulfur and brimstone, and throw my kids in there after they had disappointed me
too many times, or at least admonish them to the point where I have stripped
them of all dignity and self-will and made them into my own little automatons,
to be used or abused at will. All of
that is nonsense of course, because the truth is, no matter what they do, or
how many times they miss the mark, I will always love them. They are my children, and although I may at
times be disappointed in their behaviors, I always hold out hope that they will
grow and learn, and eventually just that happens. Now, I know I am by far not the best father
in the world, but if I love my own children that much, how much more does God
love us? Again, it only makes sense, if
God is a god of love and compassion, there really is no other option, He loves
us all, or He is not the god He claims to be.
It’s time we opened our minds to some greater possibilities…what if God
is really on our side? What if God doesn't hate anyone? What if we truly
are loved no matter what our mistakes? What if Jesus didn't come to die for our
sins, but died because of our sins? It
changes the playing field to think this way.
It changes what we should be about, what our teachings should carry to
others. It changes everything, and that
change is good. Don’t be afraid to be
open to change, our openness to a realization that God truly is on our side,
that He truly does care about each one of us, and that we are precious in His
sight, makes all the difference in what the church is, and what the church
could be.
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