Fellowship of Saints and Sinners

Fellowship of Saints and Sinners

The Wise Men “Tebowed”

Tim Tebow'ing.

On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Matthew 2:11

“Tebowing,” or that characteristic bow in reverent prayer on the football field that derives its name from Denver Broncos quarterback Tim Tebow, is not as shockingly original as we might be inclined to think.  It turns out that the three wise men who journeyed to the baby Jesus with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh “tebowed,” too.  And if we think it a bit amusing, laughable or even offensive to our sensibilities to see a fully grown man in his football jersey and spandex tights kneel to give God the glory, imagine the scene just over 2,000 years ago: three otherwise dignified aristocrats bending down on arthritic knees to worship a newborn child in a make-shift crib of straw in a dung-smattered stable.  It is hard to think of anything more ridiculous- maybe even worthy of contempt- than that.

The magi’s audience was not a stadium full of loud, cheering fans.  In addition to the sheep, maybe a cow and a few noisy chickens who were there to witness the men’s somewhat embarrassing, worshipful stoop, there are all of the millions and millions of people who across the centuries have read the wise men’s story.  A story about three guys “from the east” who if too proud to ask for directions were content to see a star and follow it all the way to a dump in Bethlehem- and then fell to the ground in worship.  They may not have worn helmets, but I imagine they sported some sort of exotic head gear which they would have had to remove a bit clumsily in order to bow so dramatically.

Many of us are uncomfortable with such public, overtly self-effacing displays of worship.  We are quick to label them as only for show- another demonstration of that regrettable tendency among public figures to wear their faith on their sleeve, as a kind of secret handshake for all truly God-fearing types.  Our discomfort here is understandable.  When politicians like former Alaska governor Sarah Palin make their latest big cause the Obamas’ holiday card and its regrettable omission of the Christian code words, “faith, freedom and family,” we have good reason to be suspicious.

The sad thing, though, is that our justified discomfort can leave little room for an appreciation of the nature of true worship when it happens, which is usually spontaneous, with little consideration for how we look.  If you’ve ever gazed at the sky on a clear, dark night, marveling at the eternity of stars in our own Milky Way galaxy and the trillions of stars in the many other galaxies beyond ours, then you know what I’m talking about:  chances are your jaw dropped open, agape in awe and wonder at the magnitude of our universe and your own smallness in it.  Chances are that a passerby walking by would have thought you looked a little silly as you stood there, your mouth hanging open like a kid in a candy shop.

Critics find “tebowing” too much “PDA,” or “public display of affection,” for God.  They sound a bit like Jesus on “Saturday Night Live” when he implies Tim Tebow should “tone it down” a bit.  And, if “tebowing” is just another gracefully scripted play on the field, then I suspect these critics are right.  Tim Tebow can find another place to “tebow.”  Didn’t Jesus say, after all, that when we are to pray we should go into our room and shut the door (Matthew 6:6)?  (The locker room would probably suffice.)  But if “tebowing” comes from the same place of worshipful awe that causes you and me to marvel at the breadth of the universe and brings three grown wise men to their knees in stupefied wonder, then we will have missed something important in what it means to be human.

If you missed the “Saturday Night Live” episode, here it is for more LOL:

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Top 8 Weirdest Holiday Gifts for Children

Have you considered a baby toupee for your little one this holiday season?

Some friends in a recent Christmas letter joked about their search for just the right present for their newborn baby.  After scouring Amazon.com for gift ideas, they came up with a number of questionable gift ideas for young children, the likes of which appear below.  If you’re still searching for just the right gift, you might find it here, thanks to consumer-parent researchers Seth and Molly Phelps:

1.)    Playmobil – Security Checkpoint.  Life sure has changed since I was a kid.  I get construction, policeman, fireman, etc…  Do kids really want to play, let’s queue up for the TSA screening?  Or are you really playing the heroic TSA agent patting down the disgruntled masses?  How sad is that?  I note that the passenger glows in the dark when the lights are turned off as if she is going through an x-ray like in the movie Total Recall and it shows that she has a gun on her.  At least it wasn’t the bad “guy” this time.  A liberated toy.  Anyway, I prefer the Playmobil – Secret CIA Rendition/Interrogation Center with waterboarding accessories.  At least you get to take your frustrations out on the true bad guys, or those unlucky enough to be caught in the dragnet, as opposed to hapless airline travelers.
http://www.amazon.com/Playmobil-3172-Security-Check-Point/dp/B0002CYTL2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1323911778&sr=8-1
2.)    Playmobil – Simulated Coal.  For scrooges out there you can actually buy a fake pile of coal safe for little kids to chew.  By itself this would be a statement on a child’s behavior.  Tied with the right Playmobil set it becomes a fun accessory!  Awesome and potential double meaning.  I got you coal for Christmas!  That’s great, it’s exactly what I wanted!  Yeah, I’m sure that’s why I bought it….because you wanted it.
http://www.amazon.com/Playmobil-7843-Coal-Bulk-Cargo/dp/B000K2UCTW/ref=sr_1_1?s=toys-and-games&ie=UTF8&qid=1323911876&sr=1-1
3.)    Baby Toupees.  Just in case your baby’s missing hairline scares you make sure you check outwww.babytoupee.com and pick up a few choice looks.  I’m thinking Luke as a Rastafarian.
4.)    Food Chain Friends.  Now I’m a big fan of Darwinian survival of the fittest but I draw the line at a series of plush toys for your kids that simulate it.  Let’s let kids have a childhood free from the dog eat dog world that adults know.  Of course as a child I did read the book – There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly.  In the end after eating ever larger animals she ultimately dies.  I turned out alright I guess so maybe these plush animals are fine.
http://www.amazon.com/Food-Chain-Friends-Gamma-Set/dp/B002RTMI7U/ref=sr_1_2?s=toys-and-games&ie=UTF8&qid=1323911909&sr=1-2
5.)    My Cleaning Trolly – I have a few more hopes and dreams for Luke than janitor so this one’s out.  Besides, the tools should be real so that he actually keeps the house clean if you are going to go this far.  While you’re at it why not a Onesie made out of ShamWows.  Just scoot him around on the floor and it would also absorb any liquids he generates!  Pushin’ stick sold separately.  Perhaps it’s good preparation for our future Chinese overlords as they will likely need cheap cleaning services after they own most of the USA.
http://www.amazon.com/Cleaning-Trolley-Hand-Vacuum-Cleaner/dp/B0006NDCMY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1323912329&sr=8-1
6.)    Gelli Baff – Imagine liquid, inedible jello that you play in.  The box depicts the kids not only playing with it but actually submerged in it.  As if play dough isn’t bad enough to get off carpet and floors.  Besides do we want to encourage wrestling in jello? Furthermore didn’t we just do that as kids in mud after a rain?
http://www.amazon.com/H2Goo-Gelli-Baff-Choice-Colors/dp/B004752IXQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=toys-and-games&ie=UTF8&qid=1323912407&sr=1-1
7.)    Uranium Ore – Don’t foreign governments have difficulty obtaining uranium ore?  Apparently you can simply buy radioactive ore right on amazon.com for “science” experiments and “testing” your Geiger counter.  Right.
http://www.amazon.com/Images-SI-Inc-Uranium-Ore/dp/B000796XXM/ref=pd_sim_sbs_t_3
8.)    Porky Pooper Jelly Bean Dispenser – Conceptually, I have no problem with animal shaped candy and cookie jars.  But does it have to dispense brown jelly beans out the backside?
http://www.amazon.com/Porky-Pooper-Jelly-Bean-Dispenser/dp/B000VOJOM0/ref=sr_1_cc_1?s=industrial&ie=UTF8&qid=1323912569&sr=1-1-catcorr

Resurrection at Wendy’s

“Thank you for resurrecting me,” she stammered, a crooked smile breaking out across her face.  ”Merry Christmas.”

A moment of lucidity.  Then she was back in her own world, her eyes beholding some distant shoreline, her mutterings only understandable to some imaginary friend, and her expressions those of one sometimes confused, sometimes afflicted.

She had wandered into the Wendy’s where my family was grabbing a quick bite to eat after a day of driving.  Then she had sat down at a table next to us.  Something- probably some faint consciousness of hunger- had drawn her there, but now she was in her own, little world again, maybe only dimly and occasionally aware of the fact that she had wandered into a fast food restaurant and was now sitting at an empty table by herself.

“Susie” was her name.  I asked her if she’d like a meal.  ”No, thank you,” in another rare moment of clarity before lapsing again into another unreachable dimension of space and time. And then within moments she was back again.  ”Okay, you can buy me a  burger and a coke,” she said.

I had. And then this strange, lovely gesture of gratitude.  Which was itself a kind of proclamation: “Thank you for resurrecting me.”

And what if the meaning of Jesus Christ’s resurrection is just this?  That we can in the power of the Holy Spirit help to “resurrect” one another?  And what if resurrection could really be this simple?  A burger and a drink for a homeless person.  A meal for someone who for all other intensive purposes has largely ceased to exist in reality and for whom the reminder of her bodily needs is a kind of “rebirth” of sorts. A deliverance from invisibility in an invisible world, and a grounding in the here and now of what is real, so that she is reborn to existence.

For skeptics of Christ’s resurrection, the seventeenth-century mathematician and philosopher Blaise Pascal put it this way:  “What reason do atheists have to say that one cannot rise from the dead?  Which is more difficult, to be born or rise again?  That what has never been should be, or that what has been should be again?  Is it more difficult to come into existence than to return to it?  Habit makes the one seem easy to us; lack of habit makes the other impossible:  a vulgar way of judging!”

Pascal is right when he notes that “returning to existence” is not habitual to us.  We don’t have to be talking exclusively here about resurrection after physical death, either.  Resurrection of the kind to which Susie refers is also not a common sighting for most of us.

But the beauty of Christ’s resurrection is that it  invites us into the unending newness of life for ourselves and one another- a new way of being that finds embodiment in the physical here and now of reality, not some other ethereal dimension that is the product of our imagination.  Like the resurrected Jesus, who on the road to Emmaus appears to his disciples in the simple act of breaking bread, we, too, can point others in the direction of being born again when we invite them to see God’s in-breaking new life in the simplest, most bodily of functions.  When this kind of thing happens, it displays a kind of spill-over effect- serendipitous new life for Susie, yes- but for me also, and hopefully for you.  And if this kind of eschatological moment can happen at a Wendy’s in a strip mall in St. Augustine, Florida, it can happen anywhere and everywhere…to anybody.

 

 

 

Make Love Not War: A Christmas Story

Pastor Rosa sits in class with some of the children she has rescued.

I promised you a Christmas story.  This one is a Christmas story in several unique ways.  It’s a story about God’s grace not as a distant ideal but as an embodied, tangible, very personal encounter. And it’s a story about how God makes God’s home with those who are most aware of their need.  This magical thing, when it happens, has the power to stop violence in its tracks. The ceaseless striving for more in the world around us?  The warring in our own hearts? For at least a moment they find rest.  For at least a little while they are obliged to stop their violence and pay homage to the God who has been born in their midst.  This story is about just this sort of miracle.  It is about how God met one ordinary woman in the place of her deepest need, and transformed her own, very personal war into a love that saves.

Meet Pastor Rosa.  Rosa had a son.  One day, Rosa’s son, a bus driver, was shot to death by a couple of inner-city teenagers.  Albert T. Mills became yet another casualty of the war on our streets, a young life full of promise prematurely snuffed out by one meaningless, random and irreversible act of violence.  His killers?  They were young lives, too, the only difference being that their only teacher and mother and father had been the dead-end reality of drugs and gang violence in a blighted inner-city neighborhood.

Pastor Rosa in her inconsolable pain and grief had a choice.  Her Christian faith had taught her to forgive. But what did forgiveness look like in her circumstances?

She decided to minister God’s love to children who came from the very same neighborhoods as her son’s killers.  That resolve led her to found in honor of her son the Albert T. Mills Enrichment Center, a holistic, pre-school environment for the poorest children from Atlanta’s inner-city homes.  For thirteen years now, Pastor Rosa has sacrificed even a salary in order to find and rescue these most vulnerable of children, providing for their most basic needs, equipping them with an education and investing in their spiritual development.

Recently, a friend of mine learned that many of the children at the center are without even coats or blankets- in apartments that are often without heat.  She and her friends managed to marshal a large donation of jackets and blankets, so that each and every child received their very own coat.  Since that time, God’s provision has made itself known in a string of similar “loaves and fishes” moments: “On Thanksgiving, a group of women decided to do Thanksgiving baskets for all the families.  On Monday, they had 42 baskets. Our goal was one for each of the student’s families and the staff – or about 60 baskets. So we were 20 short. On Tuesday, additional folks started coming up with baskets and turkeys and volunteers and the long and the short of it is that they ended up with 74 baskets! Plus some extra turkeys on top of that.  Truly a loaves and fishes moment,” my friend wrote in a recent e-mail.

I would have to agree.  And this, I suspect, is the very sort of thing Christmas is about. The tangible abundance of God’s provision in our neediest places.  The nearness of a Love that really can empower us to make love not war.

You can catch Pastor Rosa’s whole story, told in her own words, here- and it’s really moving, I would add:  YouTube Preview Image

To learn about how you might get involved in the work of the Center, either by financially giving or volunteering, contact Pastor Rosa at atmec@yahoo.com.

Merry Christmas!

 

Does It Get Any More Kitsch Than This?

I had wondered a few days back whether there can be anything more kitsch at Christmas time than those loud-colored, ceramic nativity scenes, one of which graces our coffee table and has become my two-year-old daughter’s play toy of choice these days.  Apparently, it does get more kitsch and our creche is tame by comparison. Thanks to a recent Beliefnet inventory of off-the-wall nativity sets from around the world, marshmallow shepherds and mini-frankfurter baby Jesuses have put our kitsch to shame.  Are these the product of just way too much time on somebody’s hands or what?

http://www.beliefnet.com/Love-Family/Holidays/Christmas/Cute-and-Crazy-Nativity-Scenes.aspx

Next, stay tuned for a touching true Christmas story about the power of Love.  Then don’t miss the final countdown of our “Weird Jesus Sayings” series.

 

“God is Like a Shitty Girlfriend”

"What are you doing?! That's your kid, what is wrong with you?" God, according to Louis CK

The Old Testament story of Abraham’s near sacrifice of his son, Isaac, (Genesis 22:1-19), has flummoxed many a thinker.  The great nineteenth century theologian, Soren Kierkegaard, wrote Fear and Trembling as a response to this disturbing story, which in turn has brought many a seminary student to her knees in her efforts to “decode” it.  Which may be one reason why I find comedian Louis CK’s interpretation of the story so funny.  If you can stomach the irreverence and a bit of crassness, then you may find this piece redeeming both as theological provocation and a “LOL” moment.

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“Living Water,” Compliments of a High School Boyfriend

It is rare that your ex-boyfriend’s sister becomes your maid of honor.  That is what happened when I married my college sweetheart almost twelve years ago in a little church in New Haven, Connecticut. My friend, Laura, held the train of my dress and raised her champagne glass to toast my marriage.

Yesterday Laura sent me the following video: it takes Jesus’ words to the woman at the well and sets them to music; apparently my high school boyfriend who composed the video with his wife is now launching a career as a composer.  The piece as a reflection on living water (John 4) is really beautiful and poignant in a George Winston sort of way, and I thought I’d share it.  That way some day when Mark Lybarger-Monson becomes a famous composer, I can say we snuggled at the CIF swimming championships.

I hope you enjoy it!

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From Disciples to Fisher People: Weird Sayings Continued…

"Halo there, let's go fish for some people." The Calling of the First Disciples, Ghirlandaio, 1481

“As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew.  They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. ‘Come, follow me,’ Jesus said, ‘and I will make you fishers of men.’”  At once they left their nets and followed him.”  Matthew 4:18-20

Fishers of people?  What in the world is Jesus talking about here?  So often when I hear this passage preached, the emphasis is on how God calls the disciples and how they respond.  How they seem there and then to stop what they’re doing and follow, because they can’t do otherwise.  Jesus is enough.

And while this is all good and true, it has always stopped short of unpacking the expression, “fishers of people.”  What does Jesus really mean when he employs it? If there were a job description for a fisher of people, what would it be?  The image can bring to mind unsavory associations, like loud street evangelists with bull horns calling the world to repentance, or politicians who in fishing for votes wear their Christian faith on their sleeve.

But what does it really mean to fish for people?

I have never liked fishing.  It demands way too much patience.  For that reason, I tend to place fishing in the same category as golf.  They’re occupations that if I had all the time in the world I might try some day; but because I don’t have all the time in the world, I prefer to spend it doing things I find more, well, adventuresome and exhilarating, like paragliding in the Alps, for instance.

But maybe that is precisely why discipleship is so hard, too.  It demands a whole lot of the patience I don’t have.  You have to have just the right bait for the fish so they come swimming to it, but you also have to wait for them to bite first.  If they don’t bite, you’re out of luck.  There’s no sense forcing those tasty morsels down their throats. They eat when they are hungry.  They come when their stomachs feel empty, or when they see a worm that looks especially appetizing.  And in the sea there are lots of distractions competing for the fishes’ attention.  So fisher people have to be patient.  They have to be willing to hold their line out for a while until they feel a tug, and then they need to be careful when they pull their catch in.

Because I don’t fish, it is disingenuous to feign knowledge about fishing as a sport or livelihood. But I am married to a man who comes from a long line of North Sea fishermen (and in this case they all are men) who make their living on the deep seas catching big fish.  These men are tough, hard-working, no-nonsense sorts of people who have been weathered by many a storm.  They risk their lives doing what they do.  Many a spouse or sibling has watched them go off to work never to return.

I suspect that this suspense-laden existence is closer to the reality of fishing in Jesus’ time.  Simon Peter and Andrew weren’t regularly shooting the breeze on a sunny day over a couple of beers while waiting blissfully for their lunch to turn up.  They were living on dinghies, watching the skies and the currents for the next big catch to reel in so that they could pay the bills.  Sometimes business was good; other days it wasn’t.

So when Jesus uses the expression “fisher of people,” I imagine he has in mind a certain set of qualifications: he is looking for strong, patient, risk-taking people with both a penchant for adventure and a tolerance for the tedious.  Not just anyone can be a fisher of people then- in the same way that not just anyone can fish for tuna.

In reality, nobody starts out as a fisher of people.  The occupation takes time following Jesus first.  Peter and Andrew, when they first throw down their nets and follow Jesus are not fishers of people.  It is in the process of following Jesus that they become fishers of people.

The good news is that for starters any one of us can be a disciple, because anyone of us can follow Jesus. If you’re unsure as to whether you qualify, just check out this list of twelve characteristics of disciples (the first eight characteristics come compliments of Don Miller, and the last four are my additions):

1. You think Jesus wants to take over the government so you cut off a soldier’s ear in order to get the fighting started. (The neo cons are definitely disciples!)

2. You keep pestering Jesus about who he will give more power to in heaven.

3. You have no theological training but own a small fishing business which somehow makes you qualified because you “get it.”

4. The Holy Spirit crashes into one of your mini sermons so everybody can speak different languages and outsiders think you’re drunk.

5. People ask you if you know Jesus and you freak out and say “no” and run away.

6. You hear they killed Jesus on a cross and you figure the whole thing was a wash and you got duped.

7. You choose other disciples by playing rock, paper, scissors.

8. You teach bad theology and have to have somebody else come over and correct you.

9. You’re “undomesticated,” in that you find children a bit annoying, get stressed out when in charge of dinner for large crowds and only visit your mother when she’s sick.

10. You think you can walk on water even when you can’t.

11.  You find it hard to say “no” to good wine, especially when there’s lots of it.

12.  You would have no trouble quitting your day job if Someone gave you an offer you couldn’t refuse.

If you see yourself in here, then you’ve got a future following Jesus.  And the fishing of people?  That will come along the way, so relax.

 

 

 

 

 

The One, Unforgivable Thing: Weird Sayings Continued

"Letting God do the work and then stealing the credit? An ingenious idea!" -Beelzebub (a.k.a. Satan)

“If anyone speaks a word against the son of man, it will be forgiven.  But if anyone speaks a word against the Holy Spirit, it won’t be forgiven, either in the present age or in the age to come” (Matthew 12:32). 

Every once in a while when my son expresses his dissatisfaction with the Dover Management by throwing a full-blown temper tantrum, my husband gives him a stern and rather menacing warning: that while my son might get some clemency for hitting and throwing things at his father, he will get no such thing in the case that he hits and throws things at his mother.

And there is a sense in which at least on the surface Jesus is doing something similar here. Like one parent looking out for the other, He is issuing a foreboding warning to wayward, misbehaving children.  It is as if he is saying, “You can mess with me- you may even crucify me- but if you mess with my partner, you’re in for it.”

But if this kind of parental defense line-up were the only dynamic at play here, then this statement would not be so cryptic or foreboding.  Because Jesus is also equating “speaking against the Holy Spirit” as the one, unforgivable thing.  The one thing that will land you in a very hopeless “time out,” not just in the here and now but forever. The question, then, is really this: what does it mean to speak against the Holy Spirit, and how does this differ from speaking against the son of man (Jesus)?

To answer this question we need to return to the context in which this weird saying appears.  Only verses earlier, Jesus’ interlocutors, the Pharisees, have been murmuring about Jesus’ ability to exorcise demons, attributing it to the devil. Only someone in league with “Beelzebul” (a jokey slang term for Satan) could drive out demons the way Jesus does.  Or so goes their whining.

To which Jesus gives a long, sensible retort that puts an end to their convoluted reasoning.  Why would Beelzebub undermine himself by driving himself out of people? And, for that matter, what power was at play behind the Pharisee’s own successful efforts to exorcise demons?  Beelzebub, or God’s Spirit?

In this context, “to speak against the Holy Spirit” is to deny the power by which God is at work in the world turning around lives and restoring wholeness and shalom. Sure, one can say mean things about Jesus, but to attribute the new, abundant life that Jesus brings to the devil will leave you out in the dark, gnashing your teeth at reality.

N.T. Wright puts it well:  ”Jesus is warning against looking at the work of the spirit and declaring that it must be the devil’s doing.  If you do that, it’s not just that you won’t be forgiven; you can’t be, because you have just cut off the very channel along which forgiveness could come.  Once you declare that the only remaining bottle of water is poisoned, you condemn yourself to dying of thirst” (Matthew for Everyone).  

Chances are that if you have read this verse and wondered a bit worriedly whether you’ve been guilty of doing this sort of thing, then you haven’t done what Jesus is talking about here.  Because what Jesus is talking about here signifies a pretty dramatic affront to God’s Person.  The same Spirit of God that empowers Jesus to cast out demons and points the way in the direction of God’s “promised land,” a place of rescue, hope, restoration and abundant life, is at work in the world all around us…

Whenever peace comes to war-torn hearts. Or, forgiveness to broken relationships. Or, healing to sick bodies and souls.  When this kind of thing happens, we blaspheme the Holy Spirit when we attribute this miraculous new life to the devil- or, to our own best efforts alone.  And when we do this, we cut off our access to that life-giving source of power.

The scenario reminds me of the old joke about the guy who, when the floods come, keeps all potential rescue parties at bay by exclaiming that God will save him.  The only problem is that he hasn’t recognized that God has been trying to save him all along in the form of the row boat, speed boat and helicopter.  Until finally it’s too late and the man drowns.

Here Jesus puts an end to this stupidity.  If you like what you see about a God who does unexplainably beautiful, life-giving things in people’s lives, don’t cut yourself off from being part of the redemptive drama underway and in league with the goodness. Let God do as God does and be open to what God might do in your life.  The best place to start is by being at least open to the idea that the One sending the lifeboats- the same One who sent Jesus- is really God Himself and nobody else.

 

A Sabbath from Seriousness

The following religion-related typos on the final exam papers that my husband is currently grading made me chuckle.  Here they are for your edification, accompanied by our editorial remarks:

“Jesus made the long walk to Calgary.”  (Did he cross the Polar Ice Cap to reach it?)

“The religion of Islam has several different types of Muslin within it.” (So apparently one-quarter of the world’s population is a kind of fabric?)

“Moses, under the direction of YHWH, takes the Hebrews into the dessert for forty years until they emerge to see the promised land of Canaan.”  (That’s what I call a a serious sweet tooth.)

“Another difference in Christianity is their belief in the ‘Hole Trinity.’”  (So Father, Son and Holy Spirit are not “three-in-one” but rather “three-in-a-hole.”  There’s some theological potential in the metaphor, yes?)

“Those who believed in [Jesus'] teachings, and that he was the messier, the Son of God.”  (The more I think about it, a God-in-the-flesh Messiah has to be a bit, well, “messier” than God the Father or God the Spirit, don’t you think?)

“What is interesting about the monotheism in Judaism is that they have a special convent with God.”  (A convent…really?)

 

 

 

 

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