I don’t know, yet (anyway), if my recent post: prayer and change (everyone is talking about. I’m flattered, just
skeptical unsure as to why) upset or inspired Butch (“RW”) Nicholson. But, it certainly initiated, or possibly provoked the following point and question:
“Many people pretend to be Christains? Really? People believe what they believe, including you. I am interested in what you have to say. I am not interested in what you think others pretend to be. I would submit we all pretend most of the time. What do you pretend?”
I’m now pondering precisely why, but the question made me recall another of my posts: drink heartily from the cornucopia of fear.
This is an exercise in assigning words that might read pretty to a feeling that is ugly. To recognize what we don’t like, so that it can be replaced with what we want or dare hope for.
And, also, the widely read and certainly debated: Christian Ambiguity.
There is nothing worse than a Christian on the defensive. They become less tolerant and more judgmental when they get insecure.
And, somehow, from the dark reaches of my own mind, there emerged a response to Butch’s query:
“well… there is always the implied contention that the demonstrable inadequacy of any argument from analogy for the existence of other minds is sufficient to reject introspection as a method of determining one’s own mental state(s). there is always the position in the repudiation of an argument from analogy, but disagrees with knowledge of one’s own mental state(s) does not require introspection
so… relative to my blog post, I simply don’t pretend to have an answer like – for example – people with fish (symbols) on their cars. I only believe (in the context of this rapartee) that prayer can help anyone answer most questions as it aligns mind, body and spirit with most circumstances.”
I strive, and daily, to live the authentic life. I may fear hypocrisy, but I pretend little (other than, perhaps the pretense of no fear, itself).
This is a line-of-thinking that may have no end. But, you can’t lose for the attempt and effort – although there may well be no clear win. That is, until you fade to black, or see the light, in a manner of speaking.
Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
Brian Patrick Cork