July 2022
If you were to ask me, “who/what is God?” I am not sure what
I would/should answer. Very unsatisfactory. The words I know too often meet
with ears that cannot understand. Creator of the Universe, Savior of mankind, The
Great Designer– which one would you pick? “What about that Old Testament God?
The one who keeps ordering everyone’s deaths, the warrior and punisher?”
Sovereign Lord with all rights over us, the Grand Potter who can smash his
pottery whenever it displeases him. “What type of God allows children to be
killed in their school, or cancer, or rape – you pick the badness, why would a
loving God allow any of that? What type of God is that?” God of free will, God
who allows us to make our own choices?
Most often my opportunity to address those questions comes
in my senior English class where we talk about worldviews and begin with
Theism, specifically Christian Monotheism and its impact on Western
Civilization. Of course, we proceed from there, as many have deemed theism a
failure and have searched for meaning via other avenues, most specifically
science. Once Theism is defined and
discussed (and usually dismissed by the majority), it continues to haunt the
students all year. So we veer back to it and try to answer their questions.
Christianity is so misunderstood, thanks in no small part to
Christians. My students see Christianity as a rigid, judgmental religion that
demands much and is lived ineptly. Christians really have to be pretty empty
minded to follow such rot. And God? Well, if there is a God, why is the world
in the mess it is in? Jesus? Good teacher, perhaps. None of the stories,
history, are really even known. Easter is totally foreign beyond candy and
pastels.
Sometimes I sit there and feel totally overwhelmed by the
enormity of their lack. Where to even begin? And, being that I am in school
teaching a class, how much dare I? I correct the blatant errors – Christianity
is the cause of all the wars in history, wrong. Most recently, America is a
Christian country where the majority of people living here are Christian and
keep telling those of us who don’t believe how to live our lives. Wrong again.
I asked them, knowing the answer, how many of them were Christians, or had been
raised in a Christian home, or had multiple friends who were Christians in
Christians homes? Well, they didn’t know
any, or many, certainly none of them. So? Had they not heard of the squeaky
wheel? The Christians they hear in the political realm are not the majority,
just the loudest.
Over time I’ve come to believe that the best answer is me. And I don’t mean that egotistically. Once they know I am a believer in God and Jesus (and sometimes it takes all year to discover that – someone has to ask), then my life, my person, what they know of me comes into view. Do I match their stereotype? I try hard not to. They should know I am not empty headed. I value thinking and observation and ideas. They should also know I try not to be judgmental of them (although that is one of my issues), and love and accept them for who they are. I had a student ask if I was a Christian, followed by did I believe that God destroyed Sodom to kill all the gay people? Loaded question, because this student is gay. But what an opportunity to talk. (God destroyed Sodom because the people of Sodom were full of all manner of evil. Sin. And the Bible teaches that we are all sinners. Sin is missing the mark, and the mark can be represented, in part, by the 10 Commandments. The Commandments are a packaged deal, break one, break them all. So maybe I’ve never murdered anyone, or stolen anything from my neighbor, but certainly I have been jealous and I have a lot of gods in my life. The student then said, “well no one could keep all that”. And I said, ”precisely”. That is the point. We are unable to meet the mark. And that’s where Jesus comes in. And I left it at that).
July 2023
The same student this past year had another profound
insight. I had asked, regarding the character Pip in Great Expectations, “What did he really want?” And they came up with
the usual, and I pushed them to go deeper. He wanted to be loved, to be
accepted for who he is. He wanted to like himself. But he was asking that of
the people around him, who so often failed him. I asked the class “what do you really want?” They agreed they
wanted the same, basic things. I asked if it was ever possible to fully achieve
that? And this student said, “only if there really is a God.”
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