Monday, July 11, 2005

the primer

the unexamined life is not worth living- Plato

I wanted to start this blog with the interjection of a quote which is what got me started to even thinking of creating this. I was sitting on the couch this morning, reading this book that was given to me by an acquaintence; a book that, consequently, sat on the bookshelf for some time until I felt guilty enough about not returning it for so long that I picked it up and began reading. The result: I was shocked as it hit me right where I am at. It got me to thinking that I would like to have an open, honest, and well thought out discussion on our faith. What it is, where we place ourselves in it personally right now, why we believe it, etc.
I will quit rambling and paste the quote below. If this idea interests you, please join in on the discussion/exploration.
-J.M.

“ I am approaching from a new side: the rear. I was raised in a family that attended church on Sunday. It has become such a part of my life that I am no longer certain it is real: Do I possess a personal faith, or just my own learned behaviour? I have passed through what modern Christianity has to offer and am standing at the other end questioning ‘is this it?’ Years of Sundays stack end to end on a calendar marked with church camps, youth group, mission trips, concerts, seminars, revivals, and retreats. All of them add up to the chasing of an elusive emotional fulfilment, one that slips in and out of my consciousness like a ghost.
Still, and despite my weariness with this chase, I am looking for fulfilment in Christ. Something inside keeps me in pursuit. There must be something more. Something authentic. I feel that I have only passed through the shadow of the Christian faith and eluded its consequence and substance [...] Having believed and experienced life change in the newness of my faith, I am left now, having passed considerable time since my rebirth, with a faith that feels as empty and arid as a cavern. I’ve memories of joy, but nothing to quench the present thirst...”
Donald Miller
Prayer and the Art of Volkswagen Maintenance
Harvest House, Eugene, 2000.