I am a liberal Christian. (Note the small ‘l’.)

The Oxford Online Dictionary says this about “liberal”:

1 willing to respect or accept behaviour or opinions different from one’s own; open to new ideas;

favourable to or respectful of individual rights and freedoms;
(in a political context) favouring individual liberty, free trade, and moderate political and social reform;
(Liberal)relating to Liberals or a Liberal Party, especially (in the UK) relating to the Liberal Democrat party;
Theology – regarding many traditional beliefs as dispensable, invalidated by modern thought, or liable to change
2 [attributive] (of education) concerned with broadening a person’s general knowledge and experience, rather than with technical or professional training
3 (especially of an interpretation of a law) broadly construed or understood; not strictly literal;
4 given , used , or occurring in generous amounts;
(of a person) giving generously;
I am open – both to ‘new’ ideas and to ‘old’ ideas. I am open to the possibility that the Spirit might be calling me back to the ‘touchstones’ of faith, and calling me onward into new places of exploration.

I am open – to being challenged, to struggle, to questions and answers, to being wrong, to wondering, to disagreement, to hope.

I am open – to the voices of tradition, to the voices of orthodoxy, to the voices that say, “Don’t forget!”

I am open – to the voices that say, “If tradition doesn’t have meaning now then should it carry on?”

My openness is based on my understanding of Christian scripture.
My openness is based on my understanding of my Call.
My openness is based on my being a disciple of Jesus of Nazareth, the one I call Christ.
My openness is based on my being loved by God, and seeing God’s love lived out in people of my faith, of other faiths, and of no faith.

I am a liberal Christian.

And that’s ok.

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John Milton, “On His Blindness”

E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide,
Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, least he returning chide,
Doth God exact day-labour, light deny’d,
I fondly ask; But patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts, who best
Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’re Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and waite.

Just felt fitting, tonight.

“They also serve who only stand and waite.”

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