Big Sur

Soft, sunlit afternoon, our serpentine
Negotiation of the coastal route
Ascending past the lighthouse at Point Sur
Toward Nepenthe’s sweet intoxication,
We drove with Mahler’s Fifth, a celebration
Of a sort – a palliative to our Carmel.
Such sanguine calm, such extraordinary
Warmth that radiated through the treetops
With the blazing of that great concordant
Movement, and the cellos softly climbing,
Clamoring to give echo to the surf below.
Immeasurably vast this depth and height –
These tableaux, variations of our days
And ways not quite imbued with memory
Are yet, like light diffused, are set adrift…
Recollected rightly for our wonder.

Somewhere between Sehr langsam’s soft and dreamy
Tendrils and the Bixby Bridge’s archway,
Raising like a great Euclidian marvel
Against the backdrop of a greater marvel still,
We spoke of Henry Miller and the Westons,
Of the ocean mist still pressing on the brim,
Some cloudy sealing wax, like on a letter
“To my darling Henry…” from Anaïs Nin.
So many angels – and so many ghosts –
Still stood before me waiting by the roadside
While many not so far behind me urging,
Compelling me, seemed just beyond the time.
The sun upon my face, this history…
How frank, the revelation of our store –
No memory, no hills, no symphony
Can conquer this uncompromising shore.

© Karekin M Yarian

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The Vow of Obedience

It is important for us to realize in community that we are not held together by the truths and certainties that we possess, but rather we are bound by what we lack in ourselves and in our finite natures. We are bound together by our common struggle to find meaning and to seek Christ, not because we have found either of them. This is an essential realization if we are to develop an understanding of humility in our lives. We must never claim to have the truth. The nature of religious persecutions, division and disenfranchisement for thousands of years have been the result of one truth claim pitted against another, the followers of each inflicting pain and humiliation, even death, upon one another.


If we make truth claims about our way of life, if we have the truth, we imply that others must not have it. Therefore, we must, with the conviction of duty to that Truth, seek to impose it upon others. Nothing would be more devastating to our way of life. Instead, we make no truth claims about our way of life, but we bear witness to Obedience as a particular means of seeking the Truth.


It is in community that we find ourselves willing to accept and act upon the grace that God provides. We have the visible example, not of those who make truth claims, but of those who have embraced Obedience to the Gospel way as a journey to be taken, with full knowledge that to travel that journey alone is impossible. We have chosen to make our lives an example of service by means of the Rule and of vows. We lead different lives as religious, pointing to a new way of life, making ourselves an acceptable offering before God, a living sacrifice.


One important witness that we provide by living in the world as vowed religious is the witness to Obedience as a way of life. Let’s ask ourselves how comfortable most people we encounter in the church would be with the idea of being obedient to a community (whether the brotherhood, the church), or a Rule of life. Most people would cringe. We live in a world that has come to over-value personal autonomy. To tell an individual in our society that they need to be answerable to anybody but themselves may be perceived as a social crime. As one of our community has noted: “The world will not stop talking long enough to hear the gracious possibility offered to it: the world will not open its ears or turn its eyes to hear or regard anything but its own interests and preoccupations. The world needs a wake up call. If we in the church are faithful in proclaiming the story in word and action, the world may stop its chatter for a moment and overhear; that’s how it worked on Pentecost, and it can again.” We Christians live inside a wonderfully time tested optimism. Obedience promises us a way of hearing and responding to the Gospel call.


We have decided to practice a contextual means of seeking the Gospel way of life and allowing it to unfold in our lives — and we must never assume that we have been ultimately successful. Look at your life, your journey until now, and you will notice how much more you share with a person when standing with them at the beginning of that journey than with those with whom you may stand at the conclusion of it. Our life experiences point strongly to the bonds we have formed with those who acknowledge their own sense of wonder, awe, even inadequacy in the face of those challenges that we ourselves face. We are bound to those with whom we share the same fears, the same anticipations and the same struggles. Yet, even when we look back at all of the shared joys and common struggles, we may find ourselves alone at the journey’s end wondering what will become of us. What truly holds our communal bonds in place is the future, as yet unfulfilled, for which the past and the present but lay the groundwork and prepare us.


Let us look for a moment at the socio-political phenomenon of “political correctness.” The terms and language of this movement often over- emphasize not what brings a person into community, but rather what sets them apart. Our culture has yet to learn the difference between being divisive or being diverse. We name ourselves by our oppressors or those things that victimize us, even if, in some instances, they are our own inherent disorders. Every person claims to name and live by their own personal truths, implying that theirs is the only truth sufficient for themselves and their identification with the world, hence their journey seems to have ended.


What happened to the search for an objective truth? What about the journey to God’s truth? Where is the bond that links a community if one’s personal truth serves only to isolate one from the communal journey? The witness of our lives depends upon our ability to facilitate community by sharing our full humanity with others and allowing them to discover their place within the community. Obedience is one of the ways that we accomplish this. We show forth the fact that there are things in this world that are more important than our sense of independence. That, indeed, if we are to survive, we must find ourselves answerable to something beyond our limited scope of vision and our own desires.


Obedience is an uncommon departure from the cultural norms of today. It is the statement that the community, not autonomy, is the greater value. It does not mean adapting the community to suit one’s individual needs and desires, but rather adapting our needs and desires to fulfill the necessities of the community. Obedience summons the individual to accommodate the community’s need as the priority, while affirming the community’s responsibility to nurture the individual in a common witness.


A danger in the church today is that it finds itself seeking to compromise its traditions, doctrines and disciplines in an attempt to be acceptable to all people. We change language and liturgy to be inclusive, which in and of itself is not at all bad, but it has at times been taken to such extremes as to find itself unable to express what it holds to be true. We have people in the church who deny the Resurrection, the Incarnation and decry doctrine as inferior to dialogue, thus reducing the faith to an intellectual enterprise or a set of rational, positive self-affirmations all to make the church more acceptable to all people at all times. Has it never occurred to her that we are a vehicle for changing the lives of people who suffer and are in pain, not the other way around?


In such Christianity, there are no consequences because salvation has become meaningless. No one need fear the power of sin, because sin either does not apply (as in the case of those who have been wounded by misuse of the term), or is just an innocuous “turning away from God” rather than a deliberate, albeit misguided, choice to take wrong and hurtful action against God, others and ourselves and then justify the behavior. The church has allowed people to perceive themselves as exempt from responsibility for sin because they have been oppressed or victimized by the church or society. It has accommodated people’s sense of disenfranchisement by relieving them of the need to accept personal responsibility to overcome resentment and oppression. These secular, cultural forces present the danger of having reduced the Christian faith to irrelevant dictums to make people comfortable with the faith journey. The Christian faith was never meant to be comfortable. It was meant to be dangerous.


The Christian journey calls us away from all of our perceived needs for security and places us into a Gospel way of life directly opposed to the way of the world. As a brother, I rejoice at the fact that I have been able to witness to God’s love for me to others. Life in the brotherhood is a serious and dangerous business. One may be called where one does not want to go. The unknown is often risky. However, it also calls me to live in freedom and to be a good steward of God’s gifts.


To obey means to accept, in prophetic witness, the decisions of the church and the brotherhood even if they impact us directly in ways we do not like. There are few, if any, circumstances where disobedience is appropriate. Likewise, to obey the Gospel calls us to a way of life with which our inner most being is at odds. It asks us to embrace our talents and our gifts, ourselves as part of God’s good creations. But it also demands of us astute observations of our own limitations and shortcomings and a desire to live within the rules of community in spite of those limitations. When we speak about “naming our own truth” we must acknowledge that we are precious in the sight of God, but we should also be willing to direct our objectivity to our own fallenness, our difficulty in achieving successful spiritual development without the grace of God. Our “truth” is nothing more than our own utter dependence upon God. It should have little or nothing to do with our independent successes or individual value assumptions. Our desire needs to be conformity to the will of God as manifest in the directives of the Gospel and as revealed by the Spirit.


We vow Obedience to Jesus Christ, to the Episcopal Church and to the brotherhood. The prophetic witness of Obedience in the world is not an unquestioning, self-abasing obedience to the authority of the church, nor is it a narrow sighted conformity to the minutia of theological detail. Obedience is not intended to diminish our capacity for reasonable engagement of questions of conscience or belief. It is instead a witness to role of the community in the ongoing search for and appropriation of the Gospel way of life and its center in God. It is the deliberate dismantling of self-will and conformity to the will of God. In these contextual circumstances it is to be lived in participation with, in and by community and, in the case of religious life, is structured by a Rule. Our participation in the way of Obedience is necessarily journey centered and not destination oriented. Our goal is outside of the realm of the empirically verifiable truth claim and rests in eternity which we may never know substantively in this lifetime.


Poverty, Chastity and Obedience are our way of seeking God, centered not around autonomy but around participation in and with community. We must never be satisfied that living the vows is the success of our journey — but rather that they are pointers to an objective truth that lies beyond them. They are markers on the journey to God, and we must bear witness in our lives that to seek God and God’s Truth are not only necessary, but that these goals alone are worthy of pursuit.


When we “liturgize” our lives, we come to acknowledge the presence in our lives not of Truth, but a desire to seek the Truth, in a manner opposed to the world which has been very successful at finding only truths that are insufficient to fulfill us. We consecrate our lives and our actions to the pursuit of Truth, taking every opportunity to state by holy living that we cannot succeed apart from God’s guidance. This is our witness as religious.

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Elegy to Dust and Dried Roses

(dedicated to my mother)

I never saw a rose before the age
Of twelve in spite of all the rolling hills,
The hopeless green of Pennsylvania farms.
We left an emptiness behind to seek
An antidote, safe haven from her pain;
A marriage dead, the rattle dying still
In silent scorn, betrayal, loneliness.
Who knew what matriarchal strength endured
To build a life from ruin or from fear
Of retribution from a father’s ghost.
Such envy of her fortitude I still,
Like marrow, carry deeply in my bones.

A rose a day her lover brought her. From
His mother’s gardens he had gathered each,
And somehow in his tender moments showed
In every season how love toiled, bound
And twined one generation to another,
Passed a woman’s longing to her children.
What (jealous?) nature of this mother’s son,
I never cared much for his clumsiness,
His brutish contradiction to the rose.
Each blossom seemed some strange apology,
His awkward lack of reference oddly framed
– By beauty’s tender continuity –
The possibility of loveliness.

Collecting them like ornamental bits
Of crumpled, colored paper, (gingerly,
In baskets first and then in plastic bags)
She spent her years surrounded by the dust
Created by the gathering weight of them
Hanged in bundles on the wall, on tables,
Captured love in jars – its present form,
Its ever-changing color, and its death.
Yet each so gathered, daily laid to rest
In wicker vessels, brought by aging hands
Through years of love, of struggle, then of pain,
Disclosed a secret that I carry still;
The story of dried roses and their power,
Their suppleness, and their intransigence.

Fast forward, I am nearing forty years
Of age and I am captivated, still
Reminded by the aged and crumbled leaves
And petals plucked by my own lover’s hand;
While our inconsequential lives unfold
Surrounded by a thousand tiny deaths
In baskets, under bell jars, lain in state,
Those roses, yet intransigent, refuse
To yield their beauty even while they fade.
Transforming into memories – even dust –
Apologies, our maladroit attempts
At tenderness, each bloom a sacrifice
Receives its mortal wound and offers up
Its pliant, yielding frame to history,
That we may long remember unto death
The passing of our youth, our love, our breath.

© Karekin M Yarian, 2003

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Odysseus in Sky


(For Skyler, who as Othello will someday take the world by storm)

Karekin M Yarian

November 09, 2004

For Sky, says “dark night;                                           

            the infinite blackness of her skin,”                               She is

A ripe fruit, full                                                                        when I look at her,      

            of savor, complexity.                                             a midnight plum.

Oh, “a man – brooding,” For such as she is,                    “That woman is a man.”

            full of masculinity; says,                                               She is a metaphor,       

                        “She is devastatingly simple,”                 An unexplainable unity.

When looking at Sky, a tangent,                                           for she is tangential,

            a straight line touching very near                         without intersection;

the curve. Without traversal,                                      She is man, woman;

    she is a beautiful woman still.                                            a subtle parataxis.

In her face of shifting sands;                               Unapologetic ambiguity

     of opposite beginnings; “male and                       inscribed in a warrior’s skin,

       female, he created them,” oceans rise.                 She is Odysseus.

When Sky speaks aloud says,                               An armor made of brass,

                “her voice is a tale on vellum                                   her skin shimmers;

                        made of lambskin.” Without blemish,      a pure flame.

Deep as welcome, she causes worlds to break.           She is a writing quill, poised;

            Because of this there is nothing;                            epic tales yet un-fashioned from

                                    an inadequate word.                  roiling black in the ink well.

When Sky walks alone, says “a cliffside,”               She is a waterfall of tears,

            because her power is –                               a deluge. A great mountain

                        because her body is granite,         unmoved, and so I AM.

                                                            I have searched for words

                                    at the sight of her that must remain unspoken – I think

                                                I should remain here, on this page as nothing.

                                                            When I speak of Sky, forever Odysseus

                                                                        on the wide open sea, I am neither.                 

                                                                                    She is both, always.

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Three Words for a Muse

You come for conversation, sit
At the root of my tongue.

I meet your eyes, those startling
Birds. Your face is open,
Unfathomable, a word
Stretched sideways, it defies
Meaning and then relents.

You tolerate me, appreciate
Because I flatter you.
I am not yet finished.

I stand, offer you
My cheek. You reach out for
My hand in some other era.

This language tastes
Like cinnamon and damp earth.
If I could speak truly of you,
You would, I feel certain, become
Unveiled, a terror.

Your eyes juxtaposing,
The violent threshing
Of your mouth – a womb,
Its vessels made of clay.
Its winnowing unnerves me.

The gods have scattered within you
A seed of power that
I recognize. I sing of you and
You are coy, respectful.

After some brief words, you
Will dart away unscathed.
But tonight, I will weep
While your totem Spirit bears
You, sleeping, away.

I pour a word from my cup
With both hands. You notice,
Look downward, blushing. Just
Beneath the surface of you,
An errant thing unspoken
Glides along the ridge.

Your honeyed tongue is a veil
Of pearls. The sky is wandering
Closed, while the grass
Knits her fingers across my mouth.

Perhaps you will
Stay a bit longer, urge
Me on, or maybe
I will die here, having already
Said too much.

© Karekin M Yarian

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Four Short Dances with Death

I.

Breathless

Winter, white fire –

Pale and hardened, kisses

My lips with jagged teeth, pearls of

Night shade.

II.

Softly,

The radiant

Nightfall drinks my heart,

A thirst not easily quenched

By stars.

III.

At dawn,

Inhuman fire,

The intransigent

Moon catches the dew winking from

The grass.

IV.

You, God,

Bitter to the

Taste, oddly satisfy

My thirst…yet your kisses leave me,

Wanting.

© Karekin M Yarian

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Hijira

Mata’s daughter dances, offers me her

Kohl smeared black butter eyes and

Struts the bindi on her forehead. She

Shows me her cinnabar lips, the

Vermillion streaks in her parted hair. Her

Fat, fleshy earlobes dangle

Stones in silver settings. She, in threadbare

Faded gray salwar-kameez, embroidered

Pink flowers and blue-green ivy, wears

A large deep red anthurium,

A surrogate vagina, tucked into her hair.

Her soft ribbon mouth capers, singing

Over sweet fennel breath,

Her teeth, a broken strand of pearls.

Her fat toes on her fat feet painted

Sparkling copper, coins peeking

Out from tattered pant cuffs.

Her skin is slippery caramel shiny,

Laced with soot and too much powder.

She dances for me…swaying

To some secret rhythm. I am

Delirious and she smiles

At me, waits to see if I bite.


Her bells and bracelets jingle-jangle,

Making music to accompany her jiggling

Flesh, her too soft arms.

I know that, if she still has one,

Her cock is dancing too,

The last tribute to her father.

Perhaps she is a eunuch. Perhaps

Not. She reaches up. She catches

My eyes glance downward. Knowing

That I wonder, she winks and

Teases with a deep, lusty, feminine

Laugh that goes on blessing me.

I know she makes a living with

Whatever still remains between

Her thighs. I know she’ll show me

For my courage or my coin.

She is beautiful and smells of cumin

And honey and I think that when

I return here someday soon

I might let her kiss me.

© 2003, Karekin M Yarian

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The Holy Scriptures

We are a people of the Book. The Bible is our document, it is our history. We, as an apostolic religious community may feel free to claim it as our own, in as much as it is the book of the whole family of God. It is from the Book that we gain our understanding of God’s call to his people, place our vocation in perspective, and gain an understanding of our continuity within the Judeo-Christian tradition. We are, in all humility, called forth in the manner of prophets and apostles, and our witness to God in the world should be rooted in those traditions recorded in our Holy Book.

Through the Scriptures our faith as Christian people becomes informed and our witness to the glory of God, and his Incarnation in Jesus of Nazareth, is given structure and focus. As such, our Rule requires us to study the Scriptures, not merely to inform the intellect, but to inspire the will to action as we continue the history of the salvation of God’s people. Above all, in the Bible we encounter the Lord Jesus, as he is revealed in the word written by those who wrote of him in ways so intimately that we are inspired by their example of faith. We embrace the Hebrew Scriptures as the history of God’s call to his people, preparing the way for the Incarnation of God’s anointed. We recognize that the New Testament’s books were written by men (or maybe women) of the early church with a faith so strong that it feels as if they must have known Jesus in the flesh, although scholarship teaches us otherwise. But if faith were possible for such people as themselves, we may be comforted that it may be the same for us. The Scriptures are the doorway to such faith.

Scripture, like prayer, is a medium by which we come to experience our relationship with God. However, it was once called a “dumb [i.e. mute] and dangerous book” by those who knew how it could be used by those who were uninformed or came to it with a hidden agenda. The Bible is a complicated document, unreasonable at times, strangely silent on some very important issues, and often outspoken on some others that we would rather not hear about. As responsible Christians, we can profess reverence as regards the Book — but that must necessarily include a bit of apprehension and an appropriate amount of reticence.

We should be wary of the idea that the Bible speaks for itself — it does not. Often times it contradicts itself. Often what it says is unclear or inappropriate given our modern sensibilities. But this does not mean that what the Bible says is untrue or irrelevant. Contrarily, it means that we must abide by the Scriptures within the guidelines interpreted by the church, sound reason, experience and tradition. It is upon this foundation that we will come to a responsible biblical faith.

A diligent study of Scripture will enable us to come to know the people of God, for the fullness of our humanity, good and bad, is related in these tales as old as civilization itself. It is comforting to know that we are called, as Abraham was, to new horizons and dreams — in spite of our human weaknesses. It is reassuring to see the struggles of that thick group called disciples of the Lord, who in spite of good intentions, had as much trouble understanding Jesus and his mission as we do. If we make an earnest attempt to enter into relationship with the people of Scripture, we will discover that they become as familiar and as intimate with us as the brother or sister who sits next to us in choir.

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Cantos On the Crucifixion: For a Lost World

XXXVIII. On the thirst of trees

Complicity is written in a silence

As hollow as an echo

Or a barren tree.

Here, where a brittle rain falls,

Softly, softly

And drinks away the thirst

From needy lips,

And wipes away

Reflections from our creased

And haggard faces

And our silent tongues,

The word was spoken

And we could not bear it.

Now there is the silence,

Here beneath the dark dome,

In the yawning shadow of the yew tree,

Pointing bony fingers on accusing hands.

In accidental, incidental glimpses,

It reveals our death.

Someone’s built a great stone hedge

Here, around the bone-yard,

Yet, the arid place

Comes seeping through

A poor foundation.

Here, between the silence

And the word which we have fettered

For our bitter expectations

We tremble for our fear of plague.

We try to speak our sorrow

Through a deafening rage,

Yet from our lips we wound and kill

With words that steal the future

From the past, and

Words that strike with sharpened claws

From deep within their own

Unspoken fury.

“Save yourself, if you can.”


XXXIX. The triumph of apathy

We are bound into this moment

This aching,

Longing moment,

Of loving hands that cannot now embrace,

Of sweet, forgiving eyes that cannot see

But for the sting of red.

O, solemn and eternal moment, this…

the heart-wheel,

Turning, turning,

Searching

To explain this unrequited love,

Which beats unrecognized

Before the silent rage

Of still and stony men.

Here, upon the tree,

The damnéd tree

The face of countless,

Nameless stars grows dim,

And all the things of life

and love,

of meaning…

Here, at the skull-place, dying

…Flow in little rivulets

To feed conviction

To that greedy tree.

While the shadows fall

Against the stony ground,

The lonely voice of love

Proclaims a bitter thirst,

And our hearts are ready

Only to draw lines upon the sand,

While we guard our faces

Like a clutch of stolen keys.

This is what our fear does.

For what else can it do

But point in accusation

At the stars?

What shall we do

But seethe in bitter envy

At the colors of the twilight skies?

For someone spoke the word

And, in truth, we could not bear it;

And now we long for stillness

In the depths,

Beneath our raging,

Yet instead we find a bitter consolation

In our suffering…

Like the madness of trees.

XL. Vengeance Song

The god of thunder

Whispers to the trees, as arms

Aloft in prayer,

Their upturned leaves

Thirsty for the blessing

of the rain,

Make their supplication

Once again.

This last long sacrifice

Of autumn… pleading,

The gray sky veiling thunder

Shall not cease

To heed the mobs great cry

For feeding.

Their bloodied hands upturned

They stand in wonder, tasting

Peace, bitter peace.


XLI. At the tomb of mercy

Where are you going,

Lonely child,

Once you have ceased your weeping

In the garden?

For never shall your

Tears suffice

To fill that space

Within your tiny, heaving breast,

A cavern large enough

To bear the shape and breadth of heaven.

What shall you seek

Now that you have seen yourself

Reflected from the still, dark eyes

Of that which named you?

Where shall you go

Now that heaven’s voice

Is but an echo,

Sounding off the cliff-sides,

Fading from the hilltop like

A whispering sorrow,

And peace is at a melancholy distance

Cooling

Like the dimly glowing kisses

Of a dying fire

Saying farewell?

Where are you going,

Lonely child,

Once you have ceased your weeping?

Shall you rise

And go about the darkness?

For, as you clutch and grope and stumble,

Here, without the stars,

Fighting your back

To find a life of meaning…

Your only consolation,

For a time, will be

To brush your hands

Against the great, cold stone

Behind which lay

A love now stilled,

That once was great enough

To set the world ablaze.

XLII. On the other side of silence

Here,

Where the river

Ends in but a trickle;

Here,

Where the moonlight

Strikes against the bone dry ground;

Here,

In the shadow of the yew tree,

In the absence of flowers,

And the absence of heaven-song,

We beheld the love which we had longed for

And heard the mercy which the stars proclaimed…

And even with our hearts

So tired of yearning, still…

There was no room.


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Biblical Literalism for Atheists and Fundamentalists

I have been increasingly frustrated these days with blogs that purport to address issues of the Christian faith and the place that the Bible holds for those who believe. It seems that so much of the dialogue takes place between ardent atheists and Biblical literalists. Much mud is slung! Sigh… so much for those of us in the Christian mainstream.

So, I wanted to assert some statements to both of those camps in the hopes of shedding light on where a great number of believers stand on the Bible.

For Atheists

1 – It is fine if you don’t buy it. But don’t assume that believers are all ignorant sheeple because we find the text relevant to our lives today. We do not all see God as a white guy in the sky, nor do we all cower in fear of Divine retribution that some thing called “Church” has forced down our gullible throats for the purposes of control.

2 – All people can be guilty of taking the Bible too literally – even those who think we should toss it all away because it can’t be literally true.

3 – Most of us look at the Bible as God-inspired. Not written by the Divine Hand. As such, human error is deeply present as is the tendency of human communities to shape God to our own preconceptions. But many of us believe that, in studying the stories of our spiritual ancestor’s human moral dilemmas, we can use the stories of scripture to unpack and address our own dilemmas.

4 – Many of us recognize that the Bible has been used to lend moral justification for terrible human atrocities. We repent of this fact and we try to find other ways we might inadvertently be using the Scriptures in the same way and to address them. But, in all of those cases, we have used the Scriptures themselves to reach better conclusions. Conclusions that have benefited your quality of life as well as the world’s.

5 – The Bible does not constitute proof of the existence of God. So please stop using it’s flaws to claim that it disproves the existence of God. Faith is, by definition, un-provable. The Bible is the story of a people struggling to understand what God is, and what God wants for us. As such, its stories help us address those same questions in our own lives. Some people will find all the answers they need in the Bible. OK for them. For most of us, the Bible is a part of a broader experience – and we accept that we may never have those answers. But it doesn’t keep us from looking.

6 – For most of us it is a struggle to make sense of the Bible. That is, in fact, why we read it so often, why we study it, listen to it read on Sundays, and hear sermons about it. If we understood what it meant, we wouldn’t have to do these things. And frankly, studying it can be frustrating. But we do it believing that it will make us better people.

7 – We are sorry that there are people in the world who use the Bible as a brick to beat you over the head with. Or who tell you that, unless you believe it, you will burn in hell. Most of us are not those people. But we are quieter than they are and for that we are sorry also.

8 – The Bible is not history it is chronicle. While is has historical components, they are irrelevant to the point of the Bible. There are many stories from a variety of religions in that area of the world incorporated into the Scriptures. It’s not called stealing, it’s called syncretism. The narrative story of the Bible is how a group of different people became one, and how that people moved from worshipping a whole lot of Gods to worshiping only one. And in the process, trying to figure out what that meant. It is also the story of that people trying to distinguish themselves from all other people. And their God was the thing that made them different. So, it doesn’t matter if there is no historical evidence for people like Moses or Abraham. What matters is the movement from Law to Love in the hearts of a people of whom we are spiritual descendants. Biblical literalists don’t see it this way. But most of us are not literalists.

9 – We are glad that you have been liberated from the need for the idea of God in your life. And we are happy that it makes you happy. But we are not bound to our faith blindly by fear of punishment. We are bound to it because our experience has shown us that we are happier and more fulfilled people because we engage with our faith. And it bears out in the way we treat others, care for the world around us, and address issues of social justice. And Scripture is but one of the tools we use to accomplish that.

For Biblical Literalists

1 – We believe that the Bible is open to interpretation. The meaning isn’t fixed in stone. For two thousand years, people interpreted the Bible differently than you. And they will continue to do so.

2 – The Bible can be used to justify anything at all if you take verses out of context. Mostly, it is used in this way to justify pre-conceptions, our own biases, and our dislike of things that are different from us.

3 – The Bible isn’t the story of God. It’s the story of the people of God struggling to understand what God is and what God wants of them. Does God want you to kill your enemies or love them? You can’t have it both ways. Once, people believed that God wanted them to kill their enemies. Jesus tried to tell them that God wanted us to love them. Some of them learned. Did you?

4 – The Bible didn’t drop out of the sky whole cloth. It was a collection of oral stories and written ones compiled over a long time. It wasn’t written in King James English. It has been subject to translation and translation errors over a long period of time. The original languages are relevant to understanding what the stories were trying to say to the audiences who received them.

5 – The Bible does not speak to every issue that confronts us in the 21st century. The last parts of it were written two thousand years ago – before science. It can, however, speak to us as individuals and communities about how to respond to modern issues and problems. But it does not do so by simply dismissing them, nor by suggestions that individual verses or collections of them speak to the things we know now that our distant ancestors didn’t even fathom.

6 – The Bible has been and still can be used to justify the most horrible violence. Literalism and fundamentalism is at the core of jihadism, and don’t think for one minute that Christians can’t and won’t make that same mistake if they insist on taking the Scriptures literally. Hutaree militia anyone?

7 – Throwing random texts at someone as proof of your Biblical knowledge isn’t helpful. In fact, it is arrogant. The greatest religious minds of two thousand years have struggled to understand the depth and breadth of the Bible. You aren’t a better mind than any of them.

8 – While we believe that Scripture contains all things necessary for salvation, that doesn’t mean that there are no other vehicles to God’s love and grace. God will make provision for people where they are in life. But if people will be converted to the faith by you, they will do so based on your example not on your words. And that means how well you treat people based on Jesus’ commandment to love others as yourself, to love God and neighbor. And love doesn’t coerce or threaten with eternal fire.

9 – You can’t randomly pick and choose which Bible verses are true and which aren’t; which laws are to be followed and which are no longer necessary. Divorce is condemned, so is charging interest on loans – right along with eating shellfish, wearing polyester, and planting wheat and corn in the same field. You can’t condemn what isn’t there when you overlook what is! Better yet to use the Scriptures in a way that helps you dig more deeply than easy answers allow. And that means testing everything over and against what love, reason, faith, and yes – even science – have shown us to be true.

10 – We are glad that you feel the Bible says everything you need it to say in order to feel fulfilled in your life. And we are happy that you are happy. But don’t assume that the rest of us should not be free to bring our reason, our doubts, and a willingness to question before the Scriptures and to test our assumptions. For the world has not been made a better place by those who have demanded that Scripture has said all there is to say and there is no need to look further. For if that were the case, we would still have slavery; women would still be forced into subservience as property of their husbands; and parent’s would have license to beat their children to death for disobedience. The world grows and changes. Allow God’s relevance to grow with it.

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