Sorry for this sloppy entry. I’ve got something to say but don’t feel like writing. That means I don’t feel like whatever this process is where I edit and craft myself into something better than verbal regurgitation. So when this entry doesn’t make a lick of sense or doesn’t say what it should as well as it should, just chalk that up to my late-afternoon lassitude.
I’m having the time of my life over on goodreads as I try to recall all the books I’ve read. I know I’ll never get there, but the process is bringing to mind all of the times–good and bad–I’ve had under the covers. It’s a bit of a rush.
They’ve got these lists over there where people categorise books according to one whim or another. One of the lists–the one I’m on now–purports to be the books you must read if you’re a Christian. It’s a good list because unlike others of this ilk it actually includes things like Christopher Hitchens and Harry Potter. I like Christians who understand that it’s our job to not just box ourselves into a little niche and stay there.
It’s increasingly bothering me, this Christian attitude of self-ghettoisation. Everywhere I look the trend among modern ‘evangelicals’ seems to be to spend all our time in Bible Studies or reading Beth Moore, Phillip Yancey and Left Behind books. Now other than the Left Behind books–which are a tragedy of exploitative publishing practices and subpar storytelling–there’s nothing wrong with those types of books. But more and more often I see Christians who think the best way to practice our faith is to just hang out with other Christians, read other Christians and read books about good Christians.
How is this not burying our talents in the yard? (For those of you not into reading The Christian Bible, this is the parable where Jesus talks about how three servant guys get some money–‘talents’ in the parlance of the day–and are told to take care of it until their master comes back. Two of the guys do something seemingly risky yet ultimately rewarding. One of the guys buries his in the yard to keep it safe. But when the master comes back the “risky” guys have made their money double and triple and whatnot, while the burying guy just has his one little dirty coin. The point being that we’re supposed to take risks and make good use of our time on this earth, etc.)
I apologise for my frustration in this area. I guess I’m just tired of the whole attitude of “only drinking milk that comes from a Christian Cow” as the inimitable Steve Taylor would say. And you know what’s sad? Others are noticing, too.