I have had a weekend of grey conversations. One might get all excited and possibly say God was at work, but maybe this is something about getting older, more mature, more reflective in ones outlook. I don’t know. Let me say a little more of where I am coming from …
The evangelical church, as I have grown up within it, has been a very black and white place for me. By that I mean that there have been very clear and definite opinions on what is right or wrong; clear and definite opinions on the right and wrong way to do things, clear and definite opinions on the right and wrong things to believe, clear and definite opinions on the right and wrong Christian authors to read, clear and definite opinions on the right and wrong social things to do. In fact, you could say, that the types of ‘church’ I have grown up in, if there is no clear and definite opinion, then the subject matter is not worth bothering about.
This weekend I have had a load of conversations with people wondering over these black and white issues. In fact, they have been more questioning them than wondering, and deciding that the issues are greyer than they thought. Their definite opinions are being challenged, and although they have not been destroyed, they are no longer the sacred strongholds that they used to be within the mind. As they have reflected, as they have had the courage to think and listen more, as they have taken time to wait on God and return to scripture; they seem less certain than they ever were.
Maybe I am strange, but this excites me massively. It excites me as I think this may be an indication of God trying to stir us up, of God pulling u away from set ideals and urging us to re-think him, and re-think ‘worship’ ‘mission’ ‘care’ in a new world, a new society, and a new mindset.
As I get older and reflect more, I have been worried how more and more issues have become greyer for me personally. At one stage I thought I| was losing my faith, and it took a great guy called Tony from church to wake me up to the fact that I was not, and was merely invstigating and putting things ‘on trial’. It has concerned me as I thought, and still part of me does, that I should have greater understanding, but it seems in so many ways that I have less. I am less certain about so many things; apart from the fact that God loves me and died for me.
I’ve just reflected on the above – it sounds like I am saying I am right and others are wrong, or even that I have thought this for a while, and that others are now catching me up. I ma definitely not saying that – the fact that issues are grey in my mind should, I hope, relay the fact that I genuinely consider that others are far more likely to be right in their thoughts and opinions than I am.
I do, however, take comfort in the fact that others are feeling the on-turn of a greater amount of greyness in how they read the world and the Bible, and how we should be as Christians, and what our opinion should be on things.
Maybe grey is healthy, maybe grey is bad? I don’t know! It certainly lays the ground for some great and challenging conversations with friends, colleagues and your maker!
Maybe some of what I am trying to express has already been written beautifully by John Cowper Paris in Weymouth Sands (you can take the boy out of Weymouth, but you can’t take Weymouth out of the boy) I have just found this on a google search!:
It now struck him that in the greyness of those two expanses of un-solid matter, visible from his window, a greyness so neutral and unassuming as to hover on the edge of nonentity, there dwelt the essential mystery of beauty. For what was beauty if not a manifestation in the midst of objective reality of something half-created and half-discovered by the craving of our human organism?
Could it be that in our craving to engage with the unassuming greyness, that we can find the true beauty that we are searching for?