Are all of the stories about Jesus in the Gospels historically accurate? There are three main answers: Continue reading “The Historical Jesus and Paul Tillich’s God”
Tag: My story
I learned how to pray when I was an Evangelical Christian. Back then, prayer was just one small part of a bigger, intertwined web of beliefs and practices that made up my conservative Christian faith.
Since leaving Evangelicalism, I’ve found a different way to be a Christian – one that works for both my head and my heart. But how am I supposed to pray now that I don’t buy into the entire Evangelical belief system? I still want to pray, but how? This is an intensely personal question, because I miss the warm, consistent experiences of prayer that permeated my life before my doubts drove me out of Evangelicalism.
Over the past two weeks, I read Dark Night of the Soul, written by St. John of the Cross, a 16th Century mystic. The following post is an imaginary conversation between me (in regular type) and my creative interpretation of John (in bold). To avoid misrepresenting the real-life Saint, I have named my imaginary version of him “Saint Ron of the Cross”.
Continue reading “Dark Night of the Soul (The Absence of God, Part 2)”
As far as I can remember, I first felt the presence of God was when I was in the sixth grade. My church, like many others in the early 2000’s, had just added an additional worship service to its Sunday morning schedule. In this service, churchgoers wore polos and jeans rather than suits and formal dresses. The choir and choir director were replaced by a five piece rock band fronted by a charismatic college student who often closed his eyes and raised his hands as he sang. Instead of intricate, wordy hymns, we sang simple “praise songs” to God as if to a close friend or romantic partner.