Today I am in class catching up. So sorry to have missed the first session. I gather up the handouts and catch up on notes. The conversations are deeply philosophical, very intricate interconnections of eras and cultures and movements and such. It is work to keep it all straight and in perspective. I buckle down, trying to set aside all thoughts of kidney stones and ER drama. There is much to focus on.
I appreciate getting the chance to sort through the layers of rhetoric and discover the foundations upon which our faith is built. This is so important as we increasingly interact with other cultures. How do you keep the truth while allowing its flavor to be expressed by different people? It has been done for centuries. Those are the strains we examine. Those are the documents we come to understand and appreciate - things like the creeds and the writings of the early church fathers.
Can we apply what they discovered to our situation today? Yes, if we can just grasp the truth, if we can just see the heart of the Father. I listen to my learned colleagues. They are in the struggle on a regular basis, much more so than I. Our discussion reminds me of that hymn - On Christ the solid Rock I stand - all other ground is sinking sand. I have so much to learn.
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