I’m a pretty simple gal. Not surprisingly this simplicity extends to my faith.
I don’t get the argument for Calvinism nor do I fully grasp Arminianism or Pelagianism. I don’t know where I stand on the pre-tribulation, post-tribulation debate, or any of the other -ism’s or -ation’s for that matter.
I don’t understand why we like to classify ourselves and stereotype others with denominational terminology.
It’s not that I’m deliberately trying to be ignorant or uneducated, I’ve tried researching, God knows I’ve tried! But it’s all Greek to me…. or is it Hebrew?
Biblical phraseology, theology, philosophy, making-up-words-eology, makes me lose brain balance. Don’t laugh! There’s balance…. sometimes.
What I do know, is that I love Jesus.
Over the years, a few well-meaning people have told me that I need to move on from the testimony stuff. Stop talking about my past, stop airing my ancient dirty laundry, but these testimonies are all I’ve got. They tell the story of why I love Jesus.
I might not hold a doctorate in theology, but I have a masters in, ‘I’ve been a drug addict, a single teen mum and general lost cause, but now I’m redeemed, restored, transformed and it’s all because of Jesus’! I aced that course with high distinctions- only because Jesus did all the hard work!
I don’t know much, but I know that every single time I read this verse…
Therefore I say to you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for she loved much. But to whom little is forgiven, the same loves little.” (Luke 7:47NKJV)
…I cry. I cry because I get it! This, I get!
She is me.
I have a crazy deep love and compassion for every person I meet. I see through the facade of ‘togetherness’ and read between the ‘I’m ok’ lines. I see the brokenness in our humanity.
Just a glimpse of that brokenness is enough to set my heart beating, beating to the rhythm of the Father’s Heart, His Heart for reconciliation, restoration.
I don’t know how to correctly use the word eisegesis, nor exegesis, and truthfully the first time I heard it I thought the preacher had said ‘exit Jesus’, let me tell you, there were some serious internal alarm bells going off during that church service!
I may not know how to use those words or many others with great eloquence, but I can introduce you to the Lover of my soul.
I can tell you how He romances, and fiercely protects me, teaching me to guard my heart.
I can show you the ways in which He desires to do the same for you.
I can share with you how God talks to me, how He’s taught me to hear His voice.
I can tell you that on a weekly basis, I have the humbling honour of praying with people, oft in their darkest and most shameful states, and watching as the Creator of the Universe meets them in their shame and need, enveloping them in unconditional love.
As you see, my faith is simple, sometimes embarrassingly so.
And yes, I read my bible, I study the words, but my study may not produce the same outcome as yours. My revelations may prove different. But perhaps we can learn from each other?
Intelligence and the ability to grasp difficult theories is a gift, as is empathy and compassion.
I don’t believe that this Christian journey should be all theology, nor do I believe it should be all experience. Again, balance.
So here I rest at the end of my mini confession, exposed in my lack of knowledge for all to see, hoping that if you’re a little like me, a little intellectually dizzied, feeling a little like the class dunce, you realise it’s ok, there’s room for us too, and not just in the corner, donning a silly hat.
We are part of a beautiful, albeit complex body, The Body of Christ. Here we cannot all be intellects, for there is no benefit in a giant brain. So perhaps like me, you are the heart, the mercy, the compassion. Maybe you are hands and feet, you live to serve, love to do.
There is beauty and balance in diversity. And though we may not understand all that the brain has to say, we can certainly appreciate that it is a vital organ, one that will stop our hearts from bleeding out, and restrain our hands from plunging into frivolity.
Let us not be ashamed of our simplicity, nor mock those who have been gifted with sharp minds, consigned to intellectual exploration. Neither should the wise think less of those whose simplicity seems like folly.
Let us celebrate all that makes us unique, actively searching out opportunities where we can humbly exercise our strengths.
Let us also never reach a place where we fail to recognise the lesson that can be learned from any individual, those we deem high above us and those we wrongly deem beneath. For as a beautiful young woman I recently prayed with said:
“The foot of the cross is flat”.