Since I was a small child raised in the Christian faith I've recited The Apostles' Creed in church.
For those of you who may be unfamiliar, the Creed is essentially a synopsis of the essential doctrinal tenets of the Christian faith, intended to be professed in corporate worship as a shared declaration of belief. It's world-altering big picture stuff touching on the reality and nature of God, the identity, life, mission, and resurrection of Christ, the existence of the Trinity, the concept of eternal salvation, the function of the Church, and the return of Christ as judge.
And while I've said the words consistently throughout my life in thousands of gatherings (many times believing every word deeply), I've often been less than fully convinced of at least one bit or another at any given moment yet unable to reveal it, especially in the presence of my peers where my conspicuous silence would have outed me instantly.
After all the Creed is a moral litmus test, a spiritual bellwether; a verbal line in the sand separating:
the insiders from the outsiders,
the faithful from the heathens,
the saved from the lost,
the saints from the sinners,
the believers from the heretics,
the rescued from the damned,
the sanctified us from the morally broken them.
(No pressure there).
So even when I wavered, I always made sure my voice did not.
Yet, over the course of my journey of faith I've grown more transparent and honest, more willing in recent days to admit the times when my heart and mind has vacillated; those all-too frequent occasions when I've been a walking spiritual contradiction. I've come to realize just how many people are finding their Christian faith far less absolute or fixed than what the Apostles' Creed demands.
This then, is a creed for the rest of us.
I believe in God—usually.
I mean much of the time I'm absolutely sure that God exists, though sometimes dying children and serial killers and Cancer and Tsunamis do make me wonder about God’s power or goodness, and definitely the combination of the two. And on a few really bad days I've even been terrified that God may not be there at all or trying to squash me. But yes, I do believe in God… sometimes.
I believe in Jesus yet sometimes struggle with the Christ.
The idea that God hated the flawed children He* created so much that he had to send His only son (who is also God) to earth and then brutally murder Him to satisfy—Himself, seems rather wasteful and petty and mean. Many days I hesitate to go all-in with that part of the story. I also sometimes wonder about the science of the whole Virgin Birth thing and the miracle stories too, if I'm being honest.
Yet Jesus is the closet thing to spiritual bedrock I've ever found; my peace and rest and many times the only thing that keeps me from totally losing my religion. I always find his words and his ways beautiful and life-giving, yet even then I wonder just how this whole salvation thing really works and what I'm missing that others seem to get without trying.
I believe in the Holy Spirit but confess I often can't tell what is God speaking to me, and what is just me talking to myself.
God as Spirit gets a little nebulous and weird and loosey-goosey for me sometimes too, especially when trying to trying to find something supernatural and sacred in the mundane, ordinary, fluorescent-lit, traffic-jammed, mosquito-occupied days I stumble through.
I believe in the Church, though if I'm honest it seems to do as much harm as good in the world, and I'm not sure what to do with that tragic reality.
I've been both gripped by Christianity’s beauty yet repelled by the horrors it has manufactured. I can (many times in the very same days) find it both fully lovely and entirely gruesome and this unsettles me greatly. I daily fight for the Church and fight with The Church with equal vigor and often wonder which is the better path.
I believe in Prayer yet I don't really know what it does or whether or not it works, or if it does work just how and when.
Some days I pray earnestly, some days I live life as a continual silent prayer of gratitude, and some days I say empty, showy words to the sky and hope that God doesn't catch it (or forgives me if He does).
I believe the Bible is a beautiful mess.
The Scriptures, while providing thousands of generations of people a way to hear from, experience, and know God (myself included), has ironically also been the single most damaging weapon to ever exist in the hands of Christians; used to justify hatred, war, bigotry, greed, and every kind of ugliness we wish to wallow in and inflict upon each other. Despite the good it sometimes does, the Bible is often the greatest barrier to faith that people ever encounter—and this is the stuff that keeps me up at night.
I believe that I am tired, worn out, and exhausted from forever feeling I'm chasing after the wind that is God, when I'd just rather stop running and stop believing altogether.
I believe that I sometimes passionately, vigorously defend God while simultaneously being unsure God is even there.
I believe that as I walk further down this road of faith, I find surety in only my questions and the forever not-knowing of it all.
I believe that God is far bigger than my words or thoughts or feelings, and since those are all I have to go on, I'll always have a bit less than I'd like to of God.
I believe in Heaven and Hell—and sometimes I just don't.
I believe I regularly conclude that I need to be saved from the wretched mire of my sin, yet just as often wonder if sin isn't something we've conjured up; a convenient way of excusing ourselves for being simply terrible to each other.
I believe that I want desperately to know things that I may not be able to know—and this stinks royally.
I believe that some days I have the faith of a mustard seed and some days far, far less.
I believe that my spiritual life is often equal parts deep conviction and fake it 'till you make it.
Most of all, I believe that God (if God is truly God) knows all of this in ways no one else ever could: all my trying and failing, and following and falling, and grasping and losing—and God relentlessly and unwaveringly loves me through it all.
God knows the meandering, perpetually broken road I have traveled to reach God, and knows too just how much my heart breaks when blessed assurance that has been captured after a long and brutal fight, invariably eludes me almost instantly.
God knows that I am a seeker, a pilgrim, an open-hearted lover, a learner, a rabid chaser of the Divine, but I am a fraud and a failure and a traitor and a rebel all the while.
Thank God that God is God… I think.
This is the honest creed of an exhausted apostle who struggles and stumbles toward Love.
I may not like it all but I can fully own it all.
* I use the word He here for God, as it is the one taught in my earlier journey.
Such honesty! These are some of the very thoughts I've pondered for the past 79 years. Yet for me, my religion/spirituality boils down to 2 things, love God ( however we express Him, Her, It) to the best of my understanding and love my neighbor the best I can. I try to show acts of kindness everyday. What good is my profession if I don't act on it? I've tried to become adaptable emotionally and spiritually to reconcile to disparate thoughts and feelings I have. Thanks again, John for your brutal honesty and truth-telling. It's very refreshing in a time of when it is desperately needed.
Love the honesty. Right there with you. My favorite prayer is Thomas Merton's, because it's so raw and it speaks to my condition:
My Lord God,
I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
nor do I really know myself,
and the fact that I think I am following your will
does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you
does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road,
though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always though
I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me,
and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.