One of pastors of the church we're thinking of joining came over the other night. We wanted to talk with him to make it clear that if we do join, he's not going to be getting the truest of believers.
We had this talk several years ago with a different pastor at a different church. "Well, what I try to make clear is that we believe we're created. We have been created by a Creator. After that, it's all details," he said. I liked that. (We ended up joining, he ended up retiring, and now that church has an edging-toward-fundamentalist running it.)
Some would call my faith lazy. Some would call it pick-and-choose. Some might call it eclectic or fence-sitting or not much of faith at all. But it's there.
John has been asking lots of God- and church-related questions lately. We had a crisis a few months ago when we were talking about the story of Noah's Ark. "Mom, when the story says everything was washed away, does that mean everything?"
"Well, that's what it says, doesn't it?"
"Does it mean all the other animals that didn't make it?"
"It says everything."
A pause. "Does that mean all the little babies that weren't on the ark?" His lip trembled. "Because I really, really like little babies."
Now seriously, who wants a God like that? And WHY do we use that story to decorate children's rooms?
We want our kids to have an upbringing where they can get answers, and maybe not necessarily from us. One of our dear friends is a pastor in Northern Minnesota and I'm sure we'll be sending our kids to him as they get older and start wrestling with the angels. But it will be good to have a community filled with people we see at school, at DFL meetings, at the grocery store.
"Mom?" John asked as I was putting him to bed after the pastor left. "Is the Bible true?"
"Do you want the two-second answer or the 2,500-year answer?" I asked, tucking him in. "Because that's how long people have been trying to figure that out."
* "Turch" comes from John's early pronounciations of the word, and we haven't been able to drop it from our vocabulary.