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This Whole Jesus Thing is a Bit Nuts

I work with a lot of really smart, progressive, modern people. I know that many of them are Christians, but we don’t usually talk about it.

Faith is private. Faith is personal. Let’s talk about something a little bit less controversial – like politics or sex.

Maybe it’s not such a big deal. I mean, as long as we’re all doing good work in the world, as long as we’re showing love to one another, why do we even need to mention Jesus? Is it really our faith in Jesus that makes the difference, or would the truth be just as beautiful if we named it Allah or Buddha or Light?

Do I really believe that God, the creator of the universe, took on human flesh and became one of us? Am I convinced that God came into the world as a baby, lived with us as a brother, and died for us on the cross outside Jerusalem?

And if I do, what then? What’s the practical impact on my life? What makes the story of Jesus so compelling that I’m willing to believe in things that seem ridiculous to the human mind? Jesus was raised from the dead and lives among us to this very day? Who believes that?

Well, as a matter of fact, I do. I have experienced his presence and resurrection body in my own life. I have seen him. God has raised him from the dead, and he is alive with me.

It’s a little nuts, I know. I have no idea how to justify my faith, my relationship with Christ, in terms that this world can understand, or that my mind can grasp.

Why does it make a difference that I follow Jesus – specifically Jesus, and not just any old universal God concept?

For me, it’s all about who God really is. 

I understand why faith in a nonspecific, nameless, supposedly universal God/Spirit/Light is increasingly popular in mainstream American culture. A God without definition can, by definition, never offend anyone. It’s a God who is whoever or whatever we say it is. This God can be personal or nontheistic. It can justify war or bolster peace. This nonspecific God can be molded to fit whatever image we happen to want or need at the moment.

With Jesus, there’s a specific person involved. There is content to Jesus’ message that none of us can run from in good conscience. If we pay attention to the words that Jesus speaks, the actions that he undertakes, the life that he lives, we can’t stay the same. Rather than making a god in our own image, we are invited to be remade in the image of Jesus. 

As crazy as it seems, I do believe in the resurrected carpenter from Nazareth. He has a personality that I can’t reduce to any bland universal theory about truth, love, or justice. It is in him that I see the face of God. When I look at Jesus, follow Jesus, become a friend of Jesus, I discover who God really is.

What’s your experience? Has Jesus – specifically Jesus – shown up in your life? What difference has that made for you?

Do you feel like you’re able to speak about Jesus with those around you? How do you get past the weirdness of following a man who was raised from the dead 2,000 years ago? What is it about Jesus that makes us willing to embarrass ourselves rather than accepting a bland, nondescript, unnamed God concept?

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If All Dogs Go to Heaven, Why Can’t People?

One of my earliest memories is being chased by dogs. I must have been five or six years old, and I was terrified. I remember fleeing with terror down the street, gasping with fear as I closed my family’s fence gate behind me, the feisty dogs nipping at my heels.

If I could travel back in time and watch myself in that moment, I would probably burst out laughing. The dogs most likely weren’t threatening at all. They were probably just playing. I’ll bet they weren’t even that big. But at the time, it was as if the Hounds of Hell were pursuing me. If I had been any slower, if I had tripped and fallen, I was sure those dogs would have eaten me alive.

For most of the rest of my childhood, I stayed well away from dogs. After that early scare with the neighborhood mutts, I was taking no chances. I had become a dyed-in-the-wool cat person!

These days, though, I love dogs. I’ve cared for Pit Bulls and Pomeranians, Terriers and Shepherds. They’re all wonderful. For me, All Dogs Go to Heaven isn’t just a children’s cartoon – it’s the simple, self-evident truth.

So what about those dogs that chased me when I was a little kid? And what about the ferocious dogs that growl and snarl at me today, when I pass by my neighbors’ fence line? They blow my whole dogs-are-good ideology out of the water, don’t they? They’re bad dogs.

Yet, when I look at those mean guard dogs, I don’t see evil. I see the basic goodness of an animal that has been mis-trained. Every dog can be taught to be obnoxious, even dangerous; but they also have the capacity to be loving and friendly. Even in the most threatening dog, I can still see that heart.

Why can’t I seem to do that with people?

The truth is, I’m a whole lot more forgiving with dogs than with human beings. I can see the tender spirit in a snarling, dangerous canine, but I’m often quick to write off people who upset me. I can be endlessly forgiving with chomping hounds, but when a person bites me, I’m not likely to get over it as quickly.

If it seems so self-evident to me that all dogs go to heaven, why it is so difficult for me to believe the same about people? 

There are lots of theological arguments to be made here, but right now I’m wrestling with something even more basic. What makes it easier to forgive a dog than a human being? Why am I more quick to see each dog’s puppy heart than to recognize the inner child of my human adversaries? What would it take to begin treating every human I met as if all humans go to heaven? How might that change in perception alter my whole life?

What’s your experience? Do you sometimes have an easier time relating to animals than to people? When you look into the hearts of those around you, what do you find?

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