The Day I Met Jesus in a Bar

His name wasn’t really Jesus, it was Jerry.  And I didn’t meet him in a bar; he just took me there after he fed several dozen homeless people in the park, offered them Communion, and then healed a sick man.  Ok, he didn’t really heal him, but he got the police to contact a medic who came and took care of the guy.  When he’s not passing out sandwiches in the park, he is hanging out with the marginalized of society, those who have been burned or disillusioned by the church, the homeless and the bartenders.  You can understand why I got the two mixed up at first.

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What Phil Dunphy, Football Fans, and Workaholics Have in Common

Sorry for the lack of posts, but I had to wash my hair.  No, it was actually that old demon of impending school application deadlines choking out all of my creative fervor.  As much as I would have rather been spouting ego-centric philosophies and meaningless opinions on here, I had to reserve those for the application essays.  Oh, and I’ve been in Colorado for over a month (check out the gallery for photos).

I will get to Colorado and its mountainous splendor in the next post, but I wanted to start things back with something truly fun.  A topic that is contemporary, relevant, and altogether captivating:  worship of false idols.

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Episode 3 of “The Church Hunter”: Mmm…Fresh Presbyterian

Well, that month flew by like a Rolling Tide of War Eagles.  Or would it be like a Crimson Tiger?  Oh, the mascot blasphemy!  Yes, like all incredibly formational and eye-opening experiences, my month with the United Methodists of Birmingham, AL must come to an end.  Time flies when you’re beating 6th graders at Mario Kart.

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What’s a Poor Man to Do?

I have entered a new phase in life…at least in the eyes of the church:  No longer pushed into the marginalized wasteland of “college ministry” and long since cast out of the paradise of the “youth group,” I have finally reached the promised land:  Young Adult.  It wasn’t until I was actually sitting in a host home, chowing down on some Tzatziki with oreos, and talking to people who had real-life jobs like nurse, pharmacist, and graduate student that I realized I now belonged to this most prestigious Holy of Holies. Continue reading

5 Stories in 5 Minutes

It turns out that graduate schools have not yet received the gospel of the Common App, that holiest of 21st century technology that made my undergraduate application process seem like a sacramental experience – at least in comparison to this toenail-ripping tedium that is sucking every creative life force from my fingertips.  In other words, I am sorry for not updating the blog recently, but all of my writing has been devoted to crafting responses to about twenty different essay prompts on divinity school applications.

As such, I thought we could play a little game of catch-up, rapid fire style.  Here are the disjointed and mangled thoughts that have crept into my head over the past week and a half of experiences at my UM church in Birmingham:

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The Funnel of Love…

Ten days into my new gig with the Birmingham youth group, and I am having a blast.  I was right – this is harder work than New York at a faster pace, but it is a great deal of fun.  For instance, every Tuesday and Thursday I get to hang out with 6th – 8th graders for 2 hours, reminding them through brute force of the fundamentals of dodgeball (Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive, and…Dodge!), honing my pool skills, and of course breaking out some sweet moves on Just Dance 2 for Wii. Continue reading

The Shadow of a Doubt

I don’t tend to take people on their word.  Call it cynicism, skepticism, I don’t know.  But if I am going to believe something to be true, I need to get there by myself.  In fact, the easiest way to dissuade me from agreeing with you is to tell me that something is true without acknowledging other possibilities.  Don’t get me wrong, I rely heavily, if not solely, on what other people think, but I can’t just take something at face value and subscribe to it without asking some hard questions.

I kind of figure that lots of people have this same attitude, especially when it comes to faith, so when I got the opportunity to lead a college discussion on Sunday morning, I decided to talk about doubt.  Sure enough, it seems like many young people rely heavily on the process of doubting and asking questions in order to figure out what to think of God, their faith, Christianity, the church, and Jesus.

The problem is…that is a scary prospect for a lot of churches.  Especially if those conversations are endorsed by people within the church.  After all, aren’t spiritual leaders supposed to be leading young people toward God?  Now, the youth leader here was fully supportive, but for some It seems counter-intuitive to encourage students to ask questions like, “Why should I believe God loves us when I have seen so many horrible things in my life?” or “How do we know Jesus didn’t just say he was God’s son to make people listen to him?”  And so on.

What’s more, isn’t faith what you have when you don’t have to ask questions?  Doesn’t faith mean that you believe something whether you have any proof or not?  That means that doubt would really be the opposite of faith!  In fact, when Thomas doubted whether Jesus had really come back from the dead, didn’t Jesus say, “Blessed are those who believe without seeing me?”

Yes, he did.  But he also showed Thomas the holes in his hands and feet.  And then asked him to put his fingers in the holes.  And then included Thomas without question in a final meal of bread and fish with six other disciples.

What he did not do, was berate Thomas and cast him off into Hell for doubting.  Instead, he willingly showed the doubter proof, and then gently admonished him for questioning the word of his eleven best friends who he should have trusted more than anyone.  This happens a lot in the Bible:  someone doubts, Jesus (or God if it is in the Old Testament) gives them proof, and then they get on with their lives, feeling much more confident in their faith.

So, I wonder if doubting isn’t often a very healthy part of faith.  If doubting is simply the beginning of a conversation that will ultimately lead to stronger faith.  After all, we do not have a physical Jesus to show up and shove his hole-y hands in our faces, or a voice of God that speaks to us out of a whirlwind.  Instead, we have prayer, scripture, and the wisdom of a couple thousand years of people who have wrestled with these same doubts.

Maybe doubt is an inherent part of faith.  Which would mean that faith is much less an unquestioning adherence to beliefs, and much more a process of “sacred questioning,” as my mentor David Dark would say.  The “faith” part of it comes in trusting that God will take care of you through this process.

Of course, that is just one – very biased – opinion.

Are there times when doubting is unhealthy?

What happens if doubt ultimately leads someone away from God?  Does that mean it was wrong to doubt in the first place?