Athanasius, don't you have to be Christ size to wear Christ's pants. What is the point in putting somebody on if you don't fit his skin. Does Christ offer you an image of God for you to immulate, or does he offer you polish for your mirror. What does it mean that we were created in his image? With a the perfect mirror, is there one thing or two?
As an unfortunate side-effect of the nature of these discussions, we often lose sight of what is really important. This post posed a question about God blessing the USA, largely in response to the phrase becoming a mere expression, with no real meaning. This post was also targeted at those of us who really want God to bless America, but realize that due to our national sins he probably won't.
We have really left that part of the discussion well behind. This has turned into a question of God's existence, nature, and importance/relevance.
There is one thing that needs to be said, and is largely in response to Moonbeams latest post. Christianity is about a relationship. Moonbeam ask some very good questions, and I think that to answer I need to share a bit of how I came to be a Christian.
Warning: The following is not designed to convince anybody of anything, it is simply for those interested in understanding might gain some insight into the Faith.
Until my early twenties I would have been agnostic. That is, if I ever gave religion any thought. The only time I really considered it was when I was mocking the faith of others. I remember discussions about how the stories in the Bible were just that, stories. I had friends who were Catholic, though none were practicing. They did sometimes go to the Midnight service around Christmas, but that was usually because of somebody else urging them to go. It is, after all, a very beautiful service.
As I went thru college, Auburn University and Troy State University, my main goals were having fun. This usually meant dating (a lot) and drinking. I still love Jack & Coke. I had no real direction, so I majored in mathematics and biology. Mathematics because I thought it would help me learn to think, and biology because I love nature. I never worried what I would do for a living, I had never had problem finding a job.
I think that it was the combination of math/biology that finally lead me to start thinking about religion. Most of the upper lever bio classes had chapters on evolution, and it was while discussing this in class that I realized that this was a bunch of hooey. The final clincher was as I was viewing a tape of a discussion between proponents of the "designer" gene and punctuated equilibrium. Both of these theories are attempts to cover the gaping holes in evolutionary theory. The weird thing was that both of these guys based their theories on the ABSENCE of evidence. These theories were advanced to stabilize a rapidly declining general theory of evolution. Some very intelligent people were accepting these theories (as well as others that have since gone by the wayside). It was so obviously a bunch of BS.
I started to wonder then if evolutionary theory is so weak, is there any basis for Creation Science. Well, it didn't take long for me to realize that the Young Earth Creationist were more full of it than were the evolutionary apologist. What then was one to believe? This became a consuming passion of mine for about five years. I had begun to wonder if maybe the newer evolutionary theories were not as lame as they first appeared, but it only took a bit of research to find that the holes had gotten bigger and the apologetic covering was also getting stretched a bit thin.
I then happened on some of the writings of J. Vernon McGee. Dr McGee is a preacher who had a radio show, I believe it is till on the air even though he is dead. Someone used his Thru the Bible show to write commentaries by the same name. While visiting my in-laws, I read his commentary on Genesis and was struck to find that there was other views on Creation that did not necessitate a Young Earth view, nor did it require checking you brain at the door. The whole thing just suddenly made sense.
You see, the earth really is old. Very old. Incredibly old. Much older than the 6000+ years some Christians claim. There was this disaster at some point after God created the Universe, and before the events of Genesis 1:3. What happened during this time? Well, you see, the Bible is silent on that. And you know what, Dr. McGee said that it was OK to look to science to learn about something that the Bible is silent about. In fact, his view on the Genesis account allows for all the geologic ages, all the species that rose and fell, and even for evolutionary process to have produced much of this primitive creation.
Ok, what did this do for me? For the first time in my life I realized that there was no basic conflict between religion and science. It was Ok to take a realistic look at religion. Being very pragmatic, I spent a good bit of time looking at a large variety of religions. I figured that if God was real, then he must have revealed himself to someone. I spent some time playing at the occult. It was a lot of fun. We spent some time in graveyards late at night, burning candles and chanting. I particularly liked the Wiccan religion. Dated a girl at Auburn who was a witch, called herself Moonbeam. It seems that sex is a big part of being a witch.
While all this was fun, I was getting sidetracked from what I wanted to learn. Are there any answers as to who God is, and why he is important to me? To make a long story shorter, in comparing religions I found certain unique traits to Christianity. One thing that was important was a realistic creation account. I did not want two gods having sex and producing the world. In Christianity God commanded and nature obeyed. This is what I would expect from an all-powerful God. The other biggie is about salvation. Not that I really knew what that meant at the time. What was I being saved from? Fun? In Christianity salvation isn't earned, it's given. A gift from God to bring you closer to him. I didn't want to make pilgrimages. I didn't want to have to really do anything. I was looking for answers, not another activity to take up time.
I went to church, and I went to sleep. In church, I mean. I had never been so bored in my life. When it was finally over I went home. I could not believe anyone would put themselves thru that intentionally, much less over and over. Problem was, I was still looking for answers. I had come to a point where I was willing to believe in a religion, if I could find anything believable.
Once again, to shorten the story, I'll jump ahead. A year or so later, a girl invited me to church. She was a looker, so I thought I'd impress her and go. This time it was a lot different. I was truly touched by the divine. As the speaker spoke, his every word rang true. He was giving his testimony. His story was my story. When the preacher gave an invitation to accept Jesus as Savior, I decided I'd give it a try.I asked God that if he was real, that he would let me know and that he would make me his. He did.