There was a time when churches
put signs outside that said “Jesus is Lord”. I always thought that this was somewhat in response
to Paul’s statement in First Corinthians that proclaims: No one can say “Jesus is Lord”, except
by the power of the Holy Spirit. On one level that is an admirable thing. On another, it is a kind of bragging that “We have
the Holy Spirit”. Mostly the churches that
put out that sign seemed to me to be what we called “charismatic” churches. Churches that were always extraordinarily active
in worship, raising their hands in the air and sometimes speaking in tongues in
the course of their services. I think that
this is always the way with our worship, we have different styles, depending on
our orientation. Sometimes, we are exuberant,
sometimes we are less demonstrative. There is nothing wrong with either of these, it
mostly depends on our comfort.
This is another
example of how our denominational divisions either accept us, or turn us away. For example, I’ve never been particularly comfortable
in Methodist, Baptist or Presbyterian churches, there isn’t the familiar liturgy
that I was brought up to love. Somehow the
prayers, the sitting, the unfamiliar hymns don’t bring me the spiritual comfort
that I find in liturgy. I would rather worship
in an Episcopal, Lutheran or another of the liturgical churches. It is simply a matter of my comfort.
I suppose that
is why we have our religious denominations. I know that we also have myriad theological divisions,
there are as many interpretations of scripture as there are theologians. I have a library of theological books that are
sometimes helpful, sometimes not. The older
that I get, the less I am entranced by theological argument. Sometimes it sounds like politics, points of view
that clash and don’t seem to have any resolution.
Ultimately the “truth” lies with our Creator and the intense love that has prevailed since the beginning of time in the way that humankind has been shepherded through the ages. This will continue until all of us are present before the throne of the God who loves us with an intensity that is only revealed in the magnificence of works like Handel’s Messiah or Beethoven’s symphonies. There is an eloquence in these works that passes human speech and all of our understanding. In the course of listening to these marvelous works, I am always put in contact with my God. This is the closest to “knowing” that I have ever come. It happens also in the course of the liturgy when the bread and the wine become the Body and the Blood of the Christ. How does this happen? I have no idea, except that I am in absolute awe of the mystery..
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