I ran across this article by accident and it left me speechless and with tears in my eyes as I contemplated the power of God to redeem us.
It was too valuable not to share:
This interview with the author is at once funny, insightful, encouraging and convicting.
-------------------------My Train Wreck Conversion
The word Jesus stuck in my throat like an elephant tusk; no matter how hard I choked, I couldn't hack it out. Those who professed the name commanded my pity and wrath. As a university professor, I tired of students who seemed to believe that "knowing Jesus" meant knowing little else. Christians in particular were bad readers, always seizing opportunities to insert a Bible verse into a conversation with the same point as a punctuation mark: to end it rather than deepen it.
Stupid. Pointless. Menacing. That's what I thought of Christians and
their god Jesus, who in paintings looked as powerful as a Breck Shampoo
commercial model.
As a professor of English and women's studies, on the track to becoming
a tenured radical, I cared about morality, justice, and compassion.
Fervent for the worldviews of Freud, Hegel, Marx, and Darwin, I strove
to stand with the disempowered. I valued morality. And I probably could
have stomached Jesus and his band of warriors if it weren't for how
other cultural forces buttressed the Christian Right. Pat Robertson's
quip from the 1992 Republican National Convention pushed me over the
edge: "Feminism," he sneered, "encourages women to leave their husbands,
kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism, and
become lesbians." Indeed. The surround sound of Christian dogma
comingling with Republican politics demanded my attention.
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