These are delicate words. Probably easy to be misconstrued. I expect they might be. Part of me wishes they will be.
I think I’d like to be unChristian.
It’s such a messy word. The word itself is sharp like a knife but unlike a sharp knife, it tears and leaves crumbles, mess, ooze all around it.
I probably find more sympathy with the Messianic Jewish community, the Catholic community and I have major admiration for the Mennonite community in regards to how they perceive and practice spirituality in the midst of a bigger story.
I’m still trying to detangle the threads of Christian.
Spiritual, yes. Creator & creation, yes. Hope, yes. Meaning, absolutely. Faith, yes. I think I’d like to be unChristian because I just don’t know what you think that means.
And it’s too messy a word to get in the way of who I am, meeting who you is… and telling part of the Story between us.
It’s just words, right… but these tools of definition are carving out a map in your mind before I speak them or unwrap them, giving them context.
I am beautiful, along with the faith and hope in me. The love of beauty in me is spiritual and sensual. I am all taste, touch, sight, sound and scents. I am telling a story with these muscles and flesh, words and songs, this art I am making with my body and my life. Because I am sensual I am awake to the creator in me, the Creator with me.
I am something alongside something bigger than me.