I have now repeated the cliché of reading The Da Vinci Code on an airplane by finishing Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons on my flight to Philadelphia on Monday.
Several of my friends insisted that I needed to read A&D even before I had started reading The Da Vinci Code earlier in this year. I was told that A&D was a better book than TDC but I think the only difference I found in the two books was that in the first one, I had a lay-over in Detroit and in the second one, I had a lay-over in Cincinnati.
Both books were interesting and helped pass the time in the airport but they certainly won’t go down as two of the best books I’ve ever read. But now I’ve got my Dan Brown ticket punched. Please don’t suggest that read any more of his books – I think I’ve already put enough money in Dan’s pocket.
About two years ago, another friend told me that I needed to read Donald Miller’s Blue Like Jazz. I didn’t know why he insisted that I read it back then but I understand now. Between then and now, I haven’t met anyone who has read the book who didn’t like it. It’s a great read, particularly for Christians who have problems with institutions, religious and otherwise, but who are still trying to find the essence of what the Christian life is supposed to be.
If you haven’t read it (and I suspect that several of you already have) Blue Like Jazz is Miller’s account of his journey toward finding God and learning to love others more than he loved himself. His discovery was that this is the key to being a complete Christian. That sounds pretty simple but we all know it isn’t. For many people, that journey begins and ends in a church building but for Miller it took him through hippie communes, a pagan college, and an apparition of the virgin Emily Dickinson in Amherst, Massachusetts.
Miller is a good writer and story teller, so I almost forgot that I was reading a book about spirituality. Blue Like Jazz lived up to what everyone told me it would be.
I’m not entirely convinced that faith has to be a mystical experience, as Miller says it is. There are certainly a number of convincing rational foundations that can be used to establish a faith in God but Miller concludes that there is no sense in trying to prove the existence of God — it’s something you either feel or you don’t feel.
But I realized why my friend told me to read Blue Like Jazz just about the time I got to Chapter Twelve.
In his discussion of what bothered him about many of the churches he visited on his journey to discover real Christian spirituality, Miller says this:
Only one more thing bugged me, then I will shut up about it. War metaphor. The churches I attended would embrace war metaphor. They would talk about how we are in a battle, and I agreed with them, only they wouldn’t clarify that we were battling poverty and hate and injustice and pride and the powers of darkness. They left us thinking that our war was against liberals and homosexuals. Their teaching would have me believe I was the good person in the world and the liberals were the bad people in the world. Jesus taught that we are all bad and He is good and He wants to rescue us because there is a war going on and we are hostages in that war. The truth is we are supposed to love the hippies, the liberals, and even the Democrats, and that God wants us to think of them as more important than ourselves. Anything short of this is not true to the teachings of Jesus.
Nice thought. I never considered myself to be a hostage before.
This is a book that I’ll have to read again sometime, and I will. Just as soon as I get the Illuminati out of my head.
I’m not going to be able to moderate too many comments today. I’ll get caught up just as soon as I get back from Washington tonight.