Probably it is because I am educated as a theologian, I look
for things perhaps other people do not see.
When people talk about God or Jesus, I listen fairly carefully. When I read things where people are
describing what God is up to, again I read fairly carefully. I have faith in God. I have faith that God is at work in the
world. But I also know there is no way I
can tell you exactly who God is or exactly how God works in this world.
The job of a theologian is to try to describe this God who
works in the world. And the job is to
describe to the best of our ability how that God works in the world. I have learned that theology is not the same
thing as God. God exists and works in
the world whether or not theologians try to describe this work.
I also know that theologians are not all professional. Not all theologians are at work as priests or
teaching in some kind of college religion program. Of course, there are theologians doing both
of those jobs. But there are countless
other theologians out there who probably don’t see themselves as theologians
and have not received a dime to do theology or offer any theological
advice. These are what the church calls
“lay people.” I try to listen very
carefully when they speak or write.
One of the things I like to do is pay attention to how other
theologians describe the God they have encountered. So I am like a sleuth in waiting. When I read or hear someone begin to describe
God, I come out of hiding. And so it was
that I was sleuthing when I began to read the first chapter of Barbara Brown
Taylor’s An Altar in the World. Basically, Taylor’s book is about finding God
in various places in the world---finding God in places other than churches,
synagogues, and mosques. I was
intrigued.
Her first chapter is about waking up to see God in some
different places. One predictable place
to find God is in nature. That is no
surprise, but it is surprising how many of us forget that we know this is
true. And so we don’t look for God or we
go trudging off to some church so we can find God. As she develops the chapter, Taylor moves
from seeing tracks of God in nature to the place of worship in which she has
spent much of her life. It is obviously
true that God can be found in those houses of worship, too.
She talks about doing things in the churches that were
meaningful. It was a wonderful
experience and she is full of gratitude for those experiences. She said, “…it was as if we were building a
fire together, each of us adding something to the blaze so that the light and
heat in our midst grew. Yet the light
exceeded our fire, just as the warmth did.
We did out parts, and then there was more. There was More.” (5) I was captivated by her use of the word,
“more.”
There was “more.” No
big deal. That is like a coach saying
the team is better than the sum of the parts.
So is a group within a church. We
each do our thing, but our things add up to more than we could have
expected. Is it a miracle? In a way, yes. The miracle is God. I realized Taylor had added to the mix God’s
Presence. That Presence is always
“More.” And that can be
capitalized.
I like that way of talking about God---about “More.” I realized Taylor had given me a new synonym
for God. God? Oh yes, you mean More! That is a fascinating image for God. I read on in her chapter for more to
learn.
She talked about the meaningful work that went on in the
church. She writes, “Still, some of us
were not satisfied with our weekly or biweekly encounters with God…We wanted
More.” (5-6) As I pondered the theology
that Taylor was using to talk about her God, I began to appreciate it in deeper
ways. In effect, she was telling me
something about the God she experiences, but also warning me there is
more---More.” Essentially, she was
telling me that she does not know it all.
And neither will I.
I quote one final piece from that chapter. She wisely confesses, “The only reality I can
describe with any accuracy is my own limited experience of what I think may be
God: the More, the Really Real…” (7) I
know that I can only do the same. I can
share my own limited experience of God, but there is More. Any theologian can do as much. We can all pool our experience and add our
theologies. That might be
impressive. But there is always More.
Instead of being depressed about this, I am thrilled. Instead of being disappointed, I am
delighted. My quest for God will be
ongoing; indeed, it will be eternal.
That is a race I will never win and I couldn’t care less. The race is it. It is thrilling and delightful. And there is always More.
I have grown as a theologian. I have found a nice, new way of describing
the God I have experienced and can only describe in my own limited way. Now I know there is always More.
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