Didn't I tell you you're my role model ? I could probably go delete an entire post right now . Instead, I'll look to reverting to a pattern of previous attempts. You're right, of course . Especially helpful, since responding is sometimes highlighted, by a narrow few, as constituting the initial attack. Better days, better ways
Hi Lizzy. I am your role model

. Blimey. Thanks for the compliment

. I am reminded of the quote: " What I am for you terrifies me. But what I am with you consoles me."
I just looked that up, and the entire quote is:
“What I am for you terrifies me; what I am with you consoles me. For you I am a bishop; but with you I am a Christian. The former is a title of duty; the latter, one of grace. The former is a danger; the latter, salvation. ” — St. Augustine (Serm 340, 1: PL 38, 1483)
Great quote, huh?
Peter Danielson said:
I think the message of the christian gospel is exactly that. You are love as a sinner. You are not loved because you have done something good, but as you are, in your strugling, in your love in your hate, in everything you are, not in what what you should be.
What beautiful words. We all deserve to be loved exactly as we are, but often we are afraid to reveal exactly who we are, because we remember not being loved that way as children and it hurts too much and makes us so vulnerable. The idea that even God would not love us warts-and-all is one of the great turn-offs of much of organised religion with its endless doctrines.
I think that what is called "demonic" and as such isolated from "God" actually could be understood as an important element of the devine. I think the demonic should be connected with the neccesary destructive force of all life. Real life involves Construction or form, an atom has form, a living cell has form, a human being is a individual person. And real life involves Destruction that is the dynamics which lets the cell and the person develop. In any development there is destruction, the old dies so that the new can live.
On the level of society and art we see the same stucture of destruction (construction+destruction) any giving song, or book, or painting destroys something of the old to claim the new. And any society involves form(the given norms and rules) and critique (from the arts, from different political parties, from any voice heard). If the old norms does not reflect life anymore, they must leave the space to new norm that do...Why does being have the power over nonbeing?
Being doesn't have power over nonbeing, I don't think, much as we wish it did. If we can stop trying to have all the positive things in life without accepting death, decay, hate, and realise that there is no life, beauty and love without these things, but that they are mutually dependent, then we will have made progress. But it's not easy. Looked at from this perspective, I have to ask myself why I freaked out over T's post. I am aware than I am more attached, even than most people, to wanting things to be "all right".
My last statement "Boasting about personal freedom also involves displaying the lack of interest in the wounds of individuals." is not meant pointing at you but at any person, who boasts, me in perticular. I think we all do this from time to time, we say "well look how free I am, I take care for myself" but I think this boasting is mostly due to the fact that we would like someone to meet us as we are. We feel a cut and try to make the freedom an ideal. In this cut we are not always prepared to see the wound of the other.
I think we are right to feel proud of the extent to which we can become free. I think we ignore each other's wounds all the more if our own wounds are still deep. Boasting, yes, we all do that too, and yet, we all still kneel in the mud, deeply, together.
I dont know if I've succeded in explaining my view of the word "sin" or the word "sinner". But I think L.C speaks of the same in his introduction to the songs The Guest:
"But..it's a song about how a new soul comes into the world looking for the feast, feeling completely separated from everything, feeling isolated and in exile, and how the great author of this dismoral catastrophe, this veil of tears, pulls each of these souls into the Feast and into the banquet. And noone knows where the night is going, noone knows why the wine is flowing and Oh Love I need You I need You I need You.....
I have just re-read the lyrics of The Guest. Yes, I see what you are saying (at least I think I do...). Beautiful words...
Diane