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Word Made Flesh

I. The Will of Heaven

As a PhRefugee (made the escape before finishing), I don’t usually miss academia, but I wish I was back in my Theodicy grad seminar, because I know my classmates would’ve appreciated the fact that so much of my theological thinking these days is kickstarted by a show on the CW.  This is not actually a Supernatural post (other than to say I was immensely pleased with last night’s episode).  It just happens that I stole my subtitles from the dialogue (and subverted them—neither was really meant to be a good thing in context, but there’s no reason they shouldn’t be.)

Things you you might wanna know before going in:

I don't believe in hell, because I don’t believe it is the will of heaven for her children to suffer.  This is possibly the least of my heresies.  To wit: the actual truth of Christ’s divinity does not interest me nearly as much as the other truths in the stories we tell in his name.

Also, I don’t believe God is “gendered” in a way that has any meaningful human equivalence, but as this is a re-telling of a very old story, I’ve chosen to leave the pronouns as I found them.

 II. All You Have To Do Is Not Be Afraid

I used to have terrible time with Easter.  A supposedly loving God sending his only child to a brutally cruel death does not strike me as an act of grace.   Labeling it “sacrifice” only begs the question of what kind of being would essay such a demand.  After all, if we believe that God makes the rules, then he makes the rules…the only necessities being those he chooses to require.

This bothered me a lot, until it finally occurred to me that maybe I had misunderstood the critical point: Christ came not to die, but to live.    That his ideas about love and justice and taking care of each other were deemed dangerous and, therefore, became endangering, does not have to speak to divine intention, a determinist path to the essential spilling of blood. 

Omniscience is a tricky thing.  What if knowing the worst that is possible doesn’t equate to knowing that the worst is inevitable?

What if God sent Christ to live, and in so doing, both Incarnations practiced what it is to truly be human…to live with uncertainty, to hope for the best, to know yourself fragile but not be afraid?