Class with Dr. James Cone today awakened something in me that had been dormant for a couple years now.
This is my confession, that in my righteous desire to reject the anti-Christianity of conservative white evangelicalism (and even some “liberalism” that has no sense of urgency for the liberation of Oppressed Peoples), I became arrogant and self-righteous in my demeanor towards my God who instilled in me the only faith that could rescue me from the horrors of heroin and crack addiction.
This faith was the very simple faith that a lowly Nazarene named Jesus loved me enough, and deemed me worthy enough, to sacrifice his life so that I may have life to the full.
Yes, in my justified effort to rid myself of a dead religious tradition, I turned my back on the One who saved me quite literally from spiritual, emotional, psychological, and even physical hell on earth.
It was a deep abiding faith in the power of Jesus’ sacrifice for me, which is rooted in divine love for me, that empowered me to love myself enough to believe in myself enough to surrender my understanding and my will to my God who was the only One who could get me through hell 100x’s stronger than I was before.
It was faith in Jesus’ love for me that kept me from giving up on life as I sat in a sunless jail cell for 18-hours a day during the first three weeks of my five-month stay at the Cook County Jail.
It was a faith that was given to me, not by any merit of my own, that emboldened me to hope for a better future for myself and for the people I encountered.
It was faith in the cross and the Resurrection of Jesus that gave me a peace that surpasses all understanding, because it made no rational sense for me to have been given the hope that despite being a three-time convicted felon, despite burning every bridge with everyone who had loved me—somehow—my God would make a way out of no way—and somehow—not only would I survive but I would thrive beyond anything I could ever ask or imagine.
I’m here to testify that, even though I can’t explain theologically or rationally how it happened, my God delivered me from hell.
Somewhere down the road, I became unfaithful.
As I achieved many of my dreams such as earning a bachelor’s degree and going to graduate school, I became ensnared and enamored by some of the glitter of a privileged rejection of faith.
Well, it caught up to me, and the conviction hit me hard today that I mustn’t turn my back on the One who’s never let me down.
I think it’s a combination of a few months of really intense activism (to say the least) and a couple of years of wrestling with questions about God, along with the simple truth (which James Cone spoke in class) about a simple faith in the Jesus who identifies with the oppressed, which have brought me to this prayer of repentance.
To be clear, I STILL reject the white Jesus of white western Christianity;
I still have no desire to fully embrace as “Truth,” the Christian creeds which were created by flawed human beings who were influenced by the Roman Emperor Constantine;
I still believe that no one religion is the “chosen” religion of God;
I still believe that divinity is manifested in myriad ways to different people, including through non-theistic, non-“religious” experiences;
I still believe that diversity of religions is actually part of a divine order.
However, as for my personal experience, all I know now is that I need Jesus.
Thanks be to God that divine love, forgiveness, and grace are everlasting.
Amen.
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