Perilous Reflection #2: An Odd Sort of Christian
In the end I suppose I am an odd sort of Christian, despite what my friend Harry says. Growing up the rhythms of my life were marked by Advent and Christmas, Lent and Easter. I read the old and new testaments for the richness of their language and medieval Christian philosophers for the richness of their thought.
I have sung the Messiah and rejoiced in Communion, which I took- despite my disbelief in Christ’s divinity or God’s existence- as a ritual act that paid homage to all the men and women who have lived their lives, or sacrificed them, in the service of the good.
I no longer attend church rather than offend sincere belief by offering up a counterfeit of it. I am an odd sort of Christian: Not a Christian at all...just a Christianity fan.
