Last Saturday, I put myself into a box labelled ‘Christianity’.
By midweek, God had blasted me back out of it with gut-wrenching force.
What does that mean? I’m not a Christian any more?
No, it doesn’t mean that.
Christianity is knowing the Truth of Christ and accepting Jesus’ Love as my saviour. I’m in. Without a doubt.
Yet my road has lead me into the core of many of the world’s spiritual cultures, and I’ve dwelt within the realms of fairy tale and mythology. From each I retrieved a pearl and held it in my heart. They’re all still there, glistening.
Through exploring Christianity I know that salvation is in Christ alone. But there’s a rich harvest of beauty and wisdom to be found in other cultures and spiritualities, too. Loving Jesus doesn’t mean I have to exclude the variety of treasures that I’ve found along the way.
My writing is my crucible. A melting pot for the deep mysteries that hold all these things together.
‘I have other sheep that are not of this sheep pen. I must bring them also. They too will listen to my voice, and there will be one flock and one shepherd.’ Jesus, (John 10:16).
This wild heart’s too big to be contained within one box. Though fortunately, it’s big enough to hold them all.