Christmas is an infinitely precious time for me. In the past it made me so want to believe in Jesus Christ. This year I have the quiet glow that comes from finally believing. It was a long held prayer that seemed eternally elusive. In one weekend and ongoing reading of Luke, I came to understand the historical reality of both Son of Man and Son of God.
I know that for many belief is a fervently ecstatic state, joyous, free, and uncontained. They want to shout out their vision from the rooftops. But it doesn’t surprise me this is a more subtle faith. I’ve spent so much time jaundiced, I need time to recover, to accept and feel it flowing through me.
But the power of the Bible is undeniable. I am seeing the words as if for the first time. I still don’t believe the Creation story replaces Evolution. To much archeological evidence flies in the face of the story. But a little part of me also understands that throughout the world cultures and tribal societies have their own creation myths and there is a striking similarity between them.
Still, I’ve come a long way in a short time. It is still rather tremulous, no, it’s not. It is a real belief and understanding. It’s just new and while a young belief it is not fragile. Yet going to spend the holidays with born again, steadfast Christians is threatening. I have a tendency when faced with strong preaching about anything to run the other way. So as much as I am thrilled to be staying with my family, I don’t want to contend with the Rhetoric.
If only rhetoric could be separated from belief. I’ll find more solidity in the Bible. I just need to give it time