(Where I share some half-baked theological thoughts and you respond if you wish.)
These particular thoughts came to me on the ferry this morning on my way over to Linwood House. I believe our recent conversation on atonement helped generate some of what follows. Come to think of it, those thoughts came following a ferry trip too. Must be the ocean air...
When you tell some people that Jesus died for their sins, you might get a sceptical smile, or a disinterested shrug. You're bringing an answer to a question they're not asking, a solution to a problem they don't think they have.
While we all suffer in some way from an inferiority complex, many of the people I know are not primarily walking around wracked with guilt over their mistakes, or worried about where they will find forgiveness. Oh, it's in there somewhere, but it's not their main concern. (Many of our friends in the downtown eastside would be the exception to this, but that's a different story altogether.)
They are worried about meaning, and about purpose. Why are they here? Why are any of us here? What's the point? They're not weighed down by sin, but by futility.
Jesus died to save us from our sins? So what. Jesus lived to give us purpose, to teach us what it means to be fully alive, fully human? Now that's something we can talk about.
Thoughts?
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