Tag Archives: Christianity

Humanizing God

12 Feb

Many Christians discourage humanizing God because it can in some way diminish the supremacy of God as being omnipotent. I disagree with that. And matter of fact I believe that doing so can actually contribute to a clearer understanding of God and biblical principles. Plus if I am made in God’s image and I am in fact a human, there has to be some overlap there.

I’ve found that humanizing God has transformed the way I look at God. I used to be afraid of God, as this ominous figure with a bunch of no’s, cannots and don’ts, who just ruled over me frowning on all the wrong I was doing. I was often afraid of judgement and  started thinking I was being punished for the choices I made. Then I gave God some human character to gain a better understanding.

God loves me. So much so that he wants the best for me. The best. God knows me, even down to my inner-most thoughts. He knows that sometimes in my choices, I settle for less, that I am going to go right when I know that I should go left. But he still gives me free will. In my choices, I have repercussions (both positive and negative). That’s life right? But he does give me the tools to make the wisest, best decisions for me. Those which will further reinforce his love for me. Now sometimes I may make a poor decision and have to face the music. If I had taken heed to God’s guidance perhaps I wouldn’t have experienced the heartache, disappointment, frustration, and hurt. But in the midst of all that, God gives me comfort. Why would a God that love’s me, want me to experience anything but joy?

I am not a master decision maker, but I can say that I have a healthy view of the role of God in my life which has kept me from shying away from my faith when I made a wrong turn or poor choice. It may seem odd to some, but my spiritual relationship is probably one of the healthiest relationships that I have but that is because of my resolve to put human-ness to the God that I believe in.

The Problem With Christians…

13 Jul

Knowing that you’re part of a group that is demonized daily is hard, but pointing a finger at the very group you belong to is even harder.

I belong to an online forum for free-thinking which encourages people to share ideas regardless of your lifestyle preferences, choices, ethnicity, religious beliefs etc. Despite the random posting of some, it does provide the opportunity to network with others and actually dissect some pressing issues within generational peer groups. This week I was really disappointed when a verbal war of words culminated in a (outspoken) Christian referring to an (equally outspoken) Atheist as one of “satan’s warriors”.

Christians like this make it challenging for Christians like me. I automatically get thrown into a group including judgmental sensationalists whenever I proudly proclaim my faith in a group of mixed religious groups. What it seems that a lot of Christians are missing is that the God we believe in, teaches love above all else. Some of us either missed that commandment (which is virtually impossible) or we have a twisted way of showing we love others. The requirement to love others was not intended to be one in which we decide if the other is worthy first. It is something that we are supposed to just give

Now I could be wrong, but last I checked calling someone “satan’s warrior” was not a loving phrase at all. And while it may be tempting to lash out when defending your beliefs, those who fall victim to such are just further validating why people dislike and shy away from Christians in the first place: We are an exclusionary group of judgemental scripture quoters, set on condemning people to hell. That is not who I am. And ironically enough many of my peers who also proudly proclaim to be Christian don’t base their faith in such ludicrous principles.

As Christians we have to do better. Love first. You’d be surprised with how far that alone can get you in your spiritual relationship with God and your relationship with others.

“Preacher’s Daughter”

15 Jan

Newsflash: Yes, I am a preacher’s daughter.

This may be a surprise to some, fascination to many, puzzling to others. I understand all of the reactions.

Let me clarify first. My father does not have his own church. I wouldn’t actually call him a preacher, (but for the sake of most understanding, the title will stay). My dad was “called” into the ministry when I was young (probably still in elementary school) and I have never been excited about the idea. He has spent the bulk of his ministry, not actually preaching but counseling married couples and doing mission trips to Africa and Asia.

This role that I was thrust into by no choosing of my own has brought about several dimensions of conflict, being that I am a modern adult who was once a “regular” teen who does believe in the importance of faith, but also believes in the importance of self-realization, actualization and many other -tions, isms, and necessary possibilities that make me a walking contradiction in the eyes of the church and sometimes those of my dad. But I’d like to call it human. What my father does, has always in my eyes been his choice and while some of my life choices mirror his expectations of me, some definitely defy his beliefs and wishes.

I find that these conflicts of life plague many people, not just the other PKs (preacher’s kids) that I know. We are often held to some unrealistic and unfair standards that personally has resulted in me not even bringing up the fact that my father has this life path. I am an individual who thinks that my best learning in life has come out of actually living and while I do not take pride in every decision that I have made , they are mine. However the discrepancy between my decisions and my father’s expectations of how I should live my life at times seem to have put a very clear wedge between me and the father whom I would love to have a transparent and honest relationship with, because simply, how can you tell the preacher that you don’t really think its wrong to live with someone before you’re married (sure it causes drama in some cases, but it is not wrong). And honestly some Sundays, I’d rather go to the beach, and run in the opposite direction of church. I like to party on Saturday nights in dark clubs with my girlfriends and I don’t shy away from the occasional martini. On my iPod, I have the spiritual and the dirty. I unwind with both. I have tattoos, and piercings and in a lot of ways am pretty liberal. But I walk the line. My respect, love, and need for God and a true sense of a “higher calling” are requisite parts of my life’s blood. All of these things combined make me who I am and I cannot fathom denying any parts of it. However, I often find myself asking What Would My Father Think as opposed to What Would Jesus Do? And both can contrast with What do I Want?

I realize though that there are many of us who walk this line. The one of pleasing others and pleasing ourselves. Living the life that other’s want for us and the one we create for ourselves. It was a fight when I was 15 and wanted to date just as much as it is at 31 and want the same.  There is no true definition of individuality and while so many of my peers may have begun to accept this, it is imperative that generations before us do as well. Never have I signed up to be a preacher. My father did. And that was his choice, just as being the head-nodding, praying,  and tattoo branded individual is mine.  Yes, I am a preacher’s daughter. But first, I am me.