This morning in the car, Christian radio tricked me again. I was scanning the stations, and stopped when I heard the song Some Kind of Wonderful. Grooving along at a red light, I suddenly realized the male singer was saying "He's some kind of wonderful."
Hmmm...had I tuned into a gay radio station?
Then alas, the song proceeded to get all Jesus-y.
Not that I have a thing against Jesus. Jesus, from what I hear, was so enlightened he could heal people just by being in their presence. He was a teacher who knew profoundly he was the child of God. He also knew everyone else was.
The thing I dislike about Christian rock is all the "My God is an awesome God" nonsense. The whole "my" thing. As if yours is different from anyone else's.
All That Is, is...all that is.
You will never convince me that any person is going to hell because they don't "know Jesus." To me, that would make All That Is, awfully foolish. Or awfully hateful. And hate is not what makes the world go round.
Above all the dogma, there is One. No one is special because everyone is.
Over the weekend I checked out the Unitarian Universalist church here. We attended a UU church briefly in another state a few years back, but we weren't quite ready for it at the time.
They start their service by saying:
We are the church of the open mind,
the helping hands,
the loving heart.
All spiritual paths are honored. All people are respected.
"Hey kids. I went to a new church this weekend. Do you want to hear about it?"
Riley's first question,
"Mom. Is it a church based on love?"