If I shove the two words “My Theology” a bit closer together and let go of an E, I realize that I’m left with mythology. As a faith based person, it’s interesting to me how varied any of our views are about what we believe. Personally, I’ve always thought it didn’t matter exactly how we choose to practice our faith as long as our faith is grounded in Christ. That belief alone keeps us connected to the guidance of the Holy Spirit and God’s will for our lives. At least, that’s what my theology says.
I bring up the idea of the myths of our faith because I realize that we all carry around opinions, life experience, hearsay, and whatever else we throw into the pot of our faith content. Now, this seems fine until we run across the places that are more difficult. For example, in a conversation with a very dear Christian friend of mine who suffers the pain of Fibromyalgia, I was astounded to hear her describe some people of faith who believe that she has the “Devil’s” disease, and that people who get that do so because they did something wrong. Whew! I guess there’s not one of us who doesn’t have Fibromyalgia then.
Of course, this brings to mind the story of Jesus and those who wanted to stone the woman caught in adultery. Jesus said, “Anyone here who has never sinned can throw the first stone at her.” No stones were thrown that day, and yet, how often do we find an opportunity to throw stones at each other even cloaked in our beliefs?
Fortunately, God sees our motives from the heart and sees us covered with the grace of a resurrected Jesus, so even when we walk around among the stones being lofted over our heads all day long, He alone knows who we are and what it is we hope to be for Him. Perhaps it’s my mythology that wants us to be kinder to each other, more supportive and less inclined to hurl verbal slingshots, but somehow it seems that those of us who profess Christ, might want to really strive to honor Him by the ways we acknowledge and love each other without labeling each other or offering judgments.
My theology as I understand it, isn’t stony at all…it’s woolly…’cause I’m just the sheep of an awesome Shepherd, who forgives me every time I go astray. That’s what I believe anyway and I’m pretty sure there’s no “mythstake” in that.