First I’m going to talk to you about the Bible and being beloved, and then I’m going to talk to you about politics.
The other day I had a conversation with a new Christian in which she expressed some negative feelings about the Bible.
To my surprise, her words shocked me. I thought, doesn’t she know how important scripture is? How dare she?
A little background: I have spent the past five years talking about how I sometimes dislike reading scripture, complaining about assuming it’s The Spiritual Discipline to the exclusion of others, how inflexibility about reading it once drove me crazy, how interpreting it less literally has freed me, and how chilling the heck out about Scripture has saved my life.
My shock was a paradox. I quite literally had no business judging her.
It’s funny: later, feeling shocked at her words cheered me. It reminded me that despite my angst and complaints I actually have a high view of Scripture. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have cared.
But it also reminded me I have some work to do around equating beliefs with belovedness…
I was over at The Mudroom today, talking about how separating my belovedness from my perfectionism is hard…and how it’s hard to remember about other beloved people too.