She stood at the podium full of years, wisdom, and honorable service, with undeniable right to speak. She congratulated the collective representatives of world missions on improvements that have been made, scolded them over shortcomings long discussed and little changed, and challenged them to be more.
Then she said it. “As a lifelong evangelical always ready to share my hope, I no longer believe some of our basic theology.” She went on to point out that the god who would condemn every person who died in ignorance to hell, just isn’t the One she has known all these years in India. She mused about how it might work after death when Jesus meets the departed and makes all things known. She apologized for offering her doubts about basic evangelical teaching to such an assembly which had not asked. Yet, it was clear they loved her and would receive and consider any word from her.
I sought her out later and we shared the most wonderful conversation about Truth beyond easy answers, a God of grace much larger than our western view of individualistic reward for the privileged western few who “know,” the gift of resting secure in the knowledge revealed over time that our hope is based on who we have believed, not what.
We discussed the reasons for sharing the incarnation story if/when it turns out that He really meant “so loved the world.” What if He meant it? What if the redeemed is the whole planet, mankind and sister-kind, animal kind and plant, rock and water and sky? How would it change our message, our tactics, our approach? I used to fear such questions outside my comfortable little prison box. Now I can say with adoration, I would share with more hope, more joy, and more love for the One who is bigger than all we imagine in our puny theologies.
peace