We often hear about the "Christian Right," or "Conservative Christians." Yet, if you think about it, Jesus was the original liberal.  He cared about motives more than the deeds themselves (Matthew 23:5 & Mark 12:41-43) and more about compassion than adhering to rules (Luke 6:1-11 & Luke 13:10-17). This blog will reflect liberal Christian values of compassion, tolerance, mercy, charity, a thirst for knowledge & understanding, and, above all, love.

Thursday, July 22, 2021

Touching Base With My Readers


To My Readers:

This is a different kind of blog specifically written for my regular readers.  Many of you are aware of new posts via my newsletter.  Nothing is changing for those readers.  They'll still receive my newsletter in their inbox whenever I post an update on any of my three blogs (Blogito Ergo Sum, On My Plate, and Musings From The Christian Left).

However, some of you subscribe through through the feedburner in the navigation column.  At the end of the month, the feedburner will no longer support such subscriptions.  In order to receive future updates, simply subscribe to my newsletter. 

To receive my newsletter when new blogs are posted email me here


|Subject: Bible | Rights to PNG secured from FAVPNG Premium |
Now, this is a liberal Christian blog, and I would appreciate your thoughts on something. 

In Mark 5:14-16 Jesus casts "a legion of demons" out of a man.

"The herdsmen fled and told it in the city and in the country. And people came to see what it was that had happened. And they came to Jesus and saw the demon-possessed man, the one who had had the legion, sitting there, clothed and in his right mind, and they were afraid.  And those who had seen it described to them what had happened to the demon-possessed man and to the pigs."

Today, enlightened Christians explain away the demons, recognizing the man probably had Schizophrenia.  I wonder though, can we become enlightened that we explain away all the miracles?  If we do, are we still Christian?  Love your thoughts. 

Friday, June 11, 2021

No Time For Hate


"But whoever hates his brother is in the darkness and walks in the darkness, and does not know where he is going, because the darkness has blinded his eyes."~ 1 John 2:11 (ESV)

My nurse was giving me a shower the other day when she bumped head on the soap caddie.  It smarted, but there was no blood or goose egg or anything.  Yet, as soon as cranium hit fixture she exclaimed, "I hate that thing!"  The target of her loathing was an inanimate object, so no feelings were hurt.  It struck me that we use the word as easily as we clear our throats. 

HATE [heyt]
verb (used with object), hat·ed, hat·ing.
to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest:to hate the enemy; to hate bigotry.

It's a powerful word.  It's more than simply not caring for the target.  It's disliking with a passion, a venom.  Personally, I've never hated and been happy at the same time.  Joyous feelings have  always been pushed out by feelings of anger, bitterness, and sadness. 

I'm a political junkie, and when certain politicians come on the news, I've been known to tell the room, "I hate that *#$&%!"  While I was weighed down by bitter feelings, the politician in question was oblivious to my self-inflicted emotional suffering. 

As negative as hate is, it seems to be everywhere these days.  People belonging to racial minorities hate the police.  Pockets of white America hate people belonging to racial minorities.  Hard nosed Christians hate gays & lesbians.  Our political leaders hate each other so much they won't sign bills sponsored by the opposing political party.  

Hate is pointless. 

It's counterproductive. 

It's destructive. 

Hate requires time and energy.  The time and energy we dedicate to hate is time and energy we're not spending on something fun and/or productive, and the hater is the one who loses out the most.  Lets axe it from our schedules and our lives. 

Saturday, April 3, 2021

I Thought I Was Smart

"Then he will answer them, saying, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me." ~ Matthew 25:45

I think this is one of the first scriptures I knew verbatim and internalized.  It made sense to me, and still does, that serving the poor and needy is akin to serving God.  It's one of the cornerstones of Christianity.

By the time I got to college I was somewhat grounded in science. Thus, I had a hard time reconciling the more "paranormal" parts of our religion. I was all there for the moral lessons, but I saw most of the miracles as primitive man's misunderstanding of the world. I wasn't sure what to do with the most pivotal moment of our religion though, namely the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

American 18th Century, Christ on the Road to Emmaus, c. 1725-1730, NGA 50692|Subject: American painting of Christ on the Road to Emmaus | Date: 1725-1730 | This image is available from the United States Library of Congress. |
Luke 24:13-34 tells the story of two of the apostles three days after the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. They met a man, but didn't recognize as Jesus until they fed him.

I connected the story with the verse from Matthew, and I reasoned that when they fed the hungry man it had been like they had fed Christ, and at that moment His teachings and Church had been resurrected. 

When I put that together I felt as if I deserved a proper pipe for having unmasked Professor Moriarty.  The problem is that I was wrong.  I was trying to take God's power out of the Bible.

I've come to realize a critical part of believing in God is accepting that God's nature and power are beyond our understanding.  I'll never be able to fully grasp how He can be His own son, or how a third of God can be killed and resurrected.   It will never make logical rational sense to me, but that's OK.

I've come to realize that, at least for me, being Christian requires me to have faith in the facets of God which  I can't understand.  This Easter I'll take grateful joy in the fact that Jesus Christ died for my sins and rose again to show us that death is not the end.