I have been reading a blog written by a friend from PSR, who is currently doing his CPE. And in writing him an email, I was thinking about this odd place I find myself in. Two years ago, I was an excited new seminarian, having heard “the call” and soaking in all that seminary had to offer me.
I went to the North Quabbin Garlic and Arts Festival in Orange, Massachusetts today. It was, in its way, a pretty standard festival – lots of booths, and food, and stages for musicians, etc. It was fun, for sure. The “GQ” index (Ruth and I like to talk about the “GQ” or “Grooviness Quotient”) of the festival was quite high. It was a “trash-free” festival – everything was recycled or composted, which was wonderful. All of the electricity was generated either by biodeisel or solar power.
Even when I decided, about 2 years ago now, to call myself a Christian, I couldn't accept the “Jesus as Savior” perspective. It just never worked for me – this idea of substitutionary atonement – that Jesus died on the cross because we are such sinful beings, and there had to be some sacrifice to God on our behalf.