Some of this is hyperbole, but you’ll have to work that out for yourself, because I am a radical, a total nut-case.
You know, that English word drawn from the Latin radix, meaning “root” — as in, getting back to the roots. You’ll have to set aside the politicized meaning of the word in our modern discourse, wherein we shout slogans at one another, but nobody actually talks to people who think differently. Not just the roots as in “the good ol’ days” of whatever you imagine things might have been, but way back beyond anything you probably know about.
I’m all about getting back to the Garden of Eden, of walking through the messy disemboweling of our human lives at the Flaming Sword of Divine Revelation, the voluntary act of repentance, literally turning away from all that man has built up to prevent naked communion with God. And if I have to bend and break rules of grammar and English usage along the way, you can either hang on tight or get the Hell away.
Jeremiah was a radical, and technically a traitor to boot. He preached about surrendering to the invading Babylonian forces. Elijah was a traitor, too. He called God’s fire down from Heaven onto the arresting posse of troops sent after him. Jesus was a radical in that sense, since everything He taught condemned His government, and wasn’t too easy on those in charge of the lawful worship in the Temple.
So while I can’t pretend I’m in the company of those men, their lives indicate it’s not inherently wrong to challenge the existing system.
I carry on like a clergyman. I am well aware of how that works in our society. Except there is not a single organized religious institution suitable for my calling. Not a one of them that I’ve encountered is doing enough right that I could stand to participate. You belong to a church? I reject your church, and if the leadership knew enough about me, they’d reject me, too. In other words, just about all the baggage one expects to find with a clergyman is missing in my life.
We are in such bad shape that we can’t do anything righteous without starting all over from scratch. And on a another planet. In a different dimension. It’s as if we all come from other star systems, so totally alien we can’t imagine who Christ is. I’m that radical.
But I’m not carrying any swords, bombs or torches. I’m not calling fire down from Heaven on folks who don’t agree with me. All I’m doing is standing out in the wilderness, a very far and safe distance from our damned rotting civilization, and calling for folks to come out of that world. Stop being Western; stop being “Christian” by the commonly accepted meanings. Stop being “civilized” in accordance with the biggest lie the Devil has offered so far.
What do you have to change? You are the only one who can know the answer to that. That is, you have to get that directly from God yourself. I’ll offer suggestions in the form of what I am doing, but you’ll never catch me insisting you have to do it my way. But I will always insist that the way you see it done all around you is wrong, wrong, WRONG! I assure you that if people aren’t shitting their pants at your words and behavior, you are not trying hard enough. They crucified Jesus for what He said and did.
If you are not some kind of living, flaming challenge to everyone’s assumptions, then you are moral chickenshit. But I’ll wait for you to catch on. I’m not in any big hurry. Meanwhile, if pagans, Buddhists, Muslims, atheists — and folks who don’t fit any useful labels — cluster to this blog while Christians throw flaming darts, I think I’m doing a good job of talking about Christ.
I’m not going to come after you and drag you away from your current life. You have to volunteer. You have to throw away all the stuff you have now and take that long damned hike out where I am. You’ll never make it unless God is with you. I’m not out here to offer an example in the sense that you need to ape me and join my little cult. I’m pretty hard to find (sometimes hard to understand) in the first place, so every escapee is likely a friend. If you simply opt out of the mainstream, chances are you’ll think of me as an ally at the minimum. There are so few of us, that I’m glad for that little bit of company.
This ain’t no movie with a happy ending. Welcome to my insanity, if you can handle it.
Preachers of truth are a lot like tattoo artists. If two people came walking into a studio one covered in tattoos and one empty, which one would be the primary subject? Christians are the hardest ones to teach the truth to. My friend Maggie has a grandfather who is a minister. This man unknowingly built walls around her salvation. These walls look like this: Hey Maggie, can I show you what I recently learned about God (insert first few words of said learned thing here). Maggie says: “I know”. I cannot have a relationship with her because every relationship I have has to be Christ centered and because she has the I know wall built around that she will not grow. AHHHHHH!!!!
That’s an expression of cerebral faith in a cerebral god. I was like that once, and I know I’ve hurt others who were forced to put up with my “I know.”
I still can’t call myself a Christian. That’s not because I don’t follow Christ, because I am learning to do that. It’s because what it means to me would be so radically different than the accepted version that to use the word is almost a lie. Luckily, it’s not something that comes up in conversation much. But my work with the plants does, and I have no word for that either, I’m no more an herbalist in the common understanding of it than I am Christian. It’s all rather depressing.
I think of you as a clergyman, and there’s a small unused church here in our village I wish we could just take over. God seems to have something else up his sleeve for us, though!
Sometimes I’m not sure I want to use the label “Christian” any more than John the Baptist allowed folks to call him Elijah. John was the Second Elijah, but saying so in some contexts would mean lying. When terms get hijacked we find ourselves struggling for another way to get across the truth.
The term “brain washing” is a weighted term in this world. It, though, is exactly what I am doing with the Bible. I know that the Bible is all truth. If I find something that my cerebral brain tries to point out as a contradixion than I pray that the Holy Spirit bring me the understanding I need to get closer to truth. God always bends my understanding of reality in order to show me what the truth is. Sometimes two opposing thoughts are truth. Such as: “God created the world.” “No, Jesus Created the worlds.” OR “God is Three Seperate Personages.” “No, He is One Being.” All of those things are truth. The point is in reading the Bible with an open mind and a relationship with the One Who Created It has left me horribly alone. Many of the things My Father has revealed to me are things that no other Christian can agree with. In fact they get sore. I feel lonely and wish there were others out there who had a zeal to learn the truth AND were willing to carry the burden of not being able to relate with many becasue of the truth. I am frustrated too Ed. Thats why I wrote this and the previous. Its a blessing to know that Im not the only one who is frustrated with my relationships on earth because of my slow growing foundation that is being built with My Father. I Love ya, Ed
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