Theology

Christianity is like a drug,

A comfort to which you return when the world spins out of control,

Just when you think you’ve kicked the habit and moved into relating to YHWH,

Something comes along that shakes your world,

Makes you question how you see things,

Makes you wonder if you’re moving forward in the right direction,

And you return to the old familiar ways

Like nicotine or crack cocaine,

You inhale your theology when you start to get the jitters that come from withdrawal

The questioning that comes from new ideas,

You build your life upon this sand,

Arranging your smoke breaks throughout the day and

Stroking your tenets and telling yourself

That it will be okay

Because you have narrow confines in which to live

That you can control,

And you can keep all the things out that shake your world

And confuse you

And which might, if allowed to germinate,

Cause your world to alter beyond recognition

So what happens when

Your theology is gone

And your world is shaken,

Where do you turn

When the things you’ve believed all your life

Are gone

And the people who were supposed to help you in these times

Only point you back to the things which are no longer there?

We see through a glass dimly,

But when theology is gone, We know in full,

Even as We are fully known,

And perhaps when theology is gone,

We can finally build our lives on Our Relationship as YHWH

Which We wanted to do all along.