Ethical Judgments and Biblical Interpretations

My first class in my continuing education has begun; Ethics in Communications. I should be reading my book. I’m in Chapter One, Page … Two, but I have to share. I came across this editorial comment from the ‘Quill’.  Through this comment something I have been grappling with in my faith came jumping out at me. Here is the comment as is:

Ethical judgments are like that. No matter who makes them, they are seldom easy, and they are almost certain to strike some of us as perfectly proper while others regard them as wrongheaded, stupid, unfair, and possibly – as evidence of intellectual and/or moral decay.

All of which is a wonderful thing. Differing definitions of ethical behavior help keep our minds awake and our spirits inflamed. If everyone agreed on all ethical principles, life might be more orderly, but it surely would be more boring.

As I read this I found myself re-reading but replacing ‘Ethical Judgments’ with ‘Biblical Interpretations’. Read it again, and see if it strikes you as it does me.

Biblical interpretations are like that. No matter who makes them, they are seldom easy, and they are almost certain to strike some of us as perfectly proper while others regard them as wrongheaded, stupid, unfair, and possibly – as evidence of intellectual and/or religious decay.

All of which is a wonderful thing. Differing interpretations of the Bible help keep our minds awake and [The Spirit] inflamed. If everyone agreed on all Biblical Interpretations, life might be more orderly, but it surely would be more boring.

I enjoy the conversation that possible biblical interpretations bring to the table of our Christian community, and it continues to boggle my mind when people push this notion away.  Pushing back with assumptions that what they have always been taught must be right.  Easily disregarding someone with something valid to say as a heresy.  Or questioning how ‘questions’ within the faith, within the Word, can be healthy?

Do we not say our kids as they are growing up, ‘There are no wrong questions, only wrong answers’?  When a child asks questions unrelenting about everything they see, feel, hear, or touch don’t we say, ‘That is a sign of intelligence.’?  And is it not Jesus who says, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”?

I think the more childlike we can be in our faith the closer we are to walking with Christ.  And children . . . . well, they question stuff.

WordPress Blog Number One

This will be my new blogging home. I will be posting My Widow Rants here, but I wanted a new avenue for the other topics tugging at my heart.  I struggled a bit with how that new avenue for writing was going to look, but this space is where I’ve decided to reside.

The title? Striving After The Wind – You can find the blog at strivingafterthewind.com (Don’t forget to subscribe!)

The wordpress.com address is www.thistooisvanity.wordpress.com

Ha, I love it. Ecclesiastes continues to speak to me in this time of testing, and growth. The way King Solomon crushes our dreams of understanding the world around us brings a smile to my face each time I read through it. I can feel his angst, his anger, and his frustration. I know his resignation, his dismissal, and disregard. So to open up this space I share a poem I wrote in regards to my favorite book of the Bible . . . I think it’s title is:

‘Ecclesiastes: Take One’

Word: EcclesiastesMeaningless, meaningless, it’s all meaningless.
Vapor and vexation.
It’s pointless, it’s useless, it’s smoke.

Israel your king declares it. He claims to know.
The Money. The Power. The Women. The Wealth.
It has been done before, and it will be again.
As if he is lying you continue to chase it.
Good people you aren’t listening to your king.
So hear it again.

Meaningless, meaningless, it’s ALL meaningless.
Vapor and vexation.
It’s pointless, it’s useless, it’s smoke.

Don’t turn to me for joy, for light, for kindness.
Simply eat. Simply drink. Simple live. Then die.
You do not understand. You will not understand.
Rich or poor, wise or dumb, it’s all the same.
The same fate for you as me; no good, no bad.
No judgment today.

It’s meaningless.
It’s pointless.
It’s useless.
It’s vapor.
It’s smoke.

Photo by Jim LePage