i often feel that I am full of questions or at a complete lack. Like in the interview when they finally say, do you have any questions. I know that I should always have a humdinger up my sleeve, but rarely do I really have a ringer. I need time to process. Time to unconsciously thing and reflect then to come back and form questions.
A gaggle of
methodist alumni from
psr returned one day during me time there. one of them told a story that I continue to hold on to. the pastor said that when he graduated from
psr and entered the ministry full time he realized that
colleagues coming out of other institutions had a very formed and constructed theology. who is God, what happened on the cross, why do bad things happen to good people, etc. All this pastor came out of
psr was with more questions and a complete deconstructed theology. For a time he resented that. Then he realized
psr had taught him how to know what questions to ask. is theology really about having all the answers? having a constructed theology? i don't have to pass board of ordination, so for me the only solid answer is no. theology for me is knowing the questions to ask. i need to practice this again.
I was given that opportunity last week with the electric company. i know they're doing their job following some scripted protocol, but really people. Common sense shows that when a bill has varied no more then $5-10 month to month and instantly more then doubles all of the sudden, the lock is broken on the meter, someone moved in downstairs and I was out of town w/nothing but the fridge running for half of the billing cycle that this doesn't add up. yes, I realize this billing cycle was 8 days longer then the last one, but that does not account for DOUBLE+! But, in my fourth call to my electric company it was apparent that I was going to have to figure out all the right questions to ask. infuriating. (i shall stop there as my recent gripes of the service industry are abundant in the blog archive)
my hope is that i keep learning what questions to ask and that I not infuriate anyone seeking depth in sacred matters by following some constructed christian script and painstakingly forcing them to figure out the questions on their own. I am grateful for my deconstructed pieces,
recut, reshaped, flipped, flopped, painted, torn, taped, tossed in the air and slowly floating down, blowing in the wind and reconstructing in this post-graduate world.