
H was for Husband of One Amazing Wife
H was for Husband of One Amazing Wife
Evangelicalism (/ˌiːvænˈdʒɛlɪkəlɪzəm, ˌɛvæn-, -ən/), evangelical Christianity, or evangelical Protestantism, is a worldwide, trans-denominational movement within Protestant Christianity that maintains the belief that the essence of the Gospel consists of the doctrine of salvation by grace alone, solely through faith in Jesus's atonement.] Evangelicals believe in the centrality of the conversion or "born again" experience in receiving salvation, in the authority of the Bible as God's revelation to humanity, and in spreading the Christian message.
Wikipedia
I know I wrote more experientially and anecdotally when I wrote about being a Christian on my C post. However if I were to take an academic or explanatory approach it would match pretty close to Wikipedia's entry above. The Wikipedia entry is very similar to the 5 Solas (Latin for alone) the tenet's of the protestant reformation.
They are Grace Alone, Faith Alone, Christ Alone, Glory of God Alone, and Scripture Alone. Evangelicals, in a nutshell, believe in those 5 points and spreading that message as a regular practice of their faith. -
If I had to choose between passions I hope I’d choose the passion mandated in the Bible. Jesus states this passion very succinctly in the book of John ...
12 My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.
John 15:12-13
My A to Z Challenge Theme this year is the ABC's of me. Each day in the month of April with the exception of Sundays I will be posting about one aspect of my life that begins with the letter of the day. Today's letter is C so let's get right to it shall we?
C is for Christian
Note: Since these posts are about aspects of me it stands to reason that I have written about these aspects before. I will be using some of those writings directly and indirectly in the challenge. Last week I came across a paper I wrote in college back in the early 90's. I have decided to use it in it's entirety including a note to my professor and my professor's comments as today's submission.
Tama - I wrote this for another class in the Fall. I will submit fresh Thursday work as well. I include this because I am interested to see if you can respond to this. If you can I hope to expand on it as my third form.
Growing out of Old Clothes
Once when I was growing up I came up with the notion that I was adopted. I didn't know why I felt this way because I look exactly like my Dad. I was driving everyone crazy until my Dad came up with irrefutable evidence that I was his. He said, "David, when you adopt you get a choice in who you get."
It is true that you can not choose your children. Children have no more choice in who they will get as parents. Parents influence their children heavily in their early years. Children are not even aware of their influence. They accept what their parents say and do as right without questioning it.
One such area that this occurred in my family was religion. I was born and raised in a Catholic family. We went oft church every Sunday and I went to Parochial school for nine years. I regularly received the sacraments of Communion and Confession and was confirmed in the seventh grade.
I never minded being Catholic growing up. We got holidays off that the public kids didn't. In my early years we learned a lot about the Bible. I enjoyed that. At home we never really looked at it, only at school. Still and all, I thought Catholicism was cool and even thought about the priesthood.
As I grew older I became less satisfied with Catholicism. In the eight grade our priest came in to clear up the Bible for us. He told us that many of the stories we had been learning to be true were just allegory. This really bothered me. Was belief something just for children? If it was, I was not ready to outgrow it.
Disillusion grew as I entered high school. While religion was a staple in our family, it had no everyday significance. At dinner Dad would lead us in the same memorized prayer we'd been saying for years. It was sometimes difficult for Dad to get control of 5 rowdy children and one talkative wife so he could lead us, On one of these hectic occasions I remember him bellowing, "God Damn it! We are going to pray!" It is a funny and sad memory for me because it indicates the dichotomy of religion and practice in our home.
In junior high and high school I was always growing. I was constantly growing out of old clothes and in need of new ones. My Mom and I would go to the store and she would ask me what I wanted and proceed to buy what she wanted. I knew that someday I would be able to choose my own clothes.
As I grew up my family's Catholicism seemed not to fit. I needed a God who was stable. One that was not going to change. One that was the same on Sunday as He was at the supper table. I spent my high school years looking for something that would fit.
I made a discovery two days after Christmas my Senior year. I found something that fit. I discovered a Jesus that wasn't distant. A Jesus that was the same yesterday, today, and forever. A Jesus who was interested in all areas of my life. I never met that Jesus in the church I grew up in, and I gradually stopped attending there. I discovered Him in the Bible and in the lives of those who followed Him. I decided that day I would follow Him.
Often when I tell friends I once was Catholic, they ask what I am now, Some days I just respond by whatever denominational dog tag I happen to be answering by. On my good days, I answer by saying what I became that day in late December 1982: A follower of Jesus. Being a follower of Jesus is not something I was born into. It was clothing that I chose to put on, and I have never outgrown it.
Professor's comment: Yes - This is much more accessible. I find this by far & away the least alienating. In fact, it's engaging. All people, no matter what their faith, are fascinated by the spiritual quest of others. It's such a private matter such a crucial matter, we care. And when you simply share, you've an audience.
Well that's all of me to C today. For more of the A to Z challenge click here.
Coming Up: Son of a David.
There have been at least 5 times in my adult life that I have given up life as I knew it and faced the unknown: moving across the state at the age of 22 to attend university, moving across the world to serve 2 years as a Southern Baptist missionary in Far East Russia in 1992 a few months after the country had opened it's doors to Western missionaries, moving across the U.S. to attend seminary, moving across the country again back to my native Illinois to court the woman who would become my wife, and finally moving against the grain by staying at home for 6 years and homeschooling my children. In each of these cases I gave up life as I knew it and faced the unknown; in the first 4 I also had to let people go that I cared for (the 6th prompt).
What motivated me those 5 times varied by degree but they all had to do with a path I have tried to follow since becoming a follower of Jesus more than 40 years ago and that path has been putting the needs of others before my own. I am not perfect, so I haven't been perfectly motivated and I sure haven't perfectly followed this path but the path has certainly led many times to leaving life as I then knew it.
My first three travels were all based on what I thought would be the life of a missionary. When I left South Carolina where I had attended seminary for a year to pursue marriage with Amy, I had already become uncertain of a career as a missionary, but one of the myriad reasons I had fallen in love with her was because I had seen in our 7 years of friendship that she was also on the path to putting others needs before her own. So I envisioned that we would attempt to meet those needs together, which we have for 26 years and continue to do so however imperfectly.
The needs of my wife and children motivated me as a home educator, they also prepared me for my current job as a substitute teacher. With all our children out of high school, there may come a day when Amy and I, as a couple give up life as we know it and face the unknown. I am certain that the same motivations that directed in the past would lead us into any new unknown.
I know would like to lead you back to the known, which is a variety pack of other submissions that can be found in the comments section of this weeks edition of the Weekly Writer's Workshop.
First, is there a physical place that has deep spiritual meaning to you? Secondly, are there people who have invested in, walked alongside, or that you have walked along side of in your journey? How have they encouraged you on the way? Has your spiritual journey given your life purpose? Does your journey have a way? In other words, what has been your path on that journey? In my mind the answers to those questions help constitute what church is to so many of us.
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I am going to Greece in less than a week and I am super excited!!! We will be spending time in Athens and Corinth, but mostly be on the islands of Sifnos and Paros. The island of Sifnos boasts 360 churches, the most if any island in the Cyclades. Including this one which we hope to travel to.
You are invited to the Inlinkz link party!
Click here to enterIt's Thursday night so we all know that mean's it's time for Poetry Friday. This week's festival of free verse, carnival of couplets, and symposium of sonnets is being held at Bookseed Studio.
I went through about 1.3 million drafts or so of this poem before I got this far. I was driving my family crazy with all the revisions. Here is what I came up with ...
The Problem of Good.
I tried feeling good
But ...
Feeling good fades.
I tried being good
But ...
Being good is impossible
I tried doing good
Doing good is filling a leaky bucket
One exhausting drop at a time
Then I remembered
God is good.
I can ...
Feel His Goodness
Be His Goodness
Do His Goodness
And...
That's not bad.
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