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324 pages, Hardcover
First published March 12, 2009
Almost a month into my Liberty semester, I’m already starting to feel my beliefs shifting under my feet. Not my belief in evolution – I’ve stayed put on that – but when it comes to my general intellectual and emotional grounding, I’m feeling a little unmoored.
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I didn’t come to Liberty to get a new religion, of course. I came here to spend time with the practitioners of another faith, to learn how they lived. But it was crazy of me to expect that I could situate myself among these people twenty-four hours a day, befriend them, and adopt their mannerisms without also internalizing and grappling with their beliefs.
Here’s what worries me the most: I came to Liberty to humanize people. Because humanizing people is good, right? But what about people with reprehensible views? Do they deserve to be humanized? By giving Jerry Falwell’s moral universe a fair look, am I putting myself in his shoes? Or am I really just validating his worldview? . . . Where’s the limit to open-mindedness?
You’d think that after a full day of sermons, Bible lessons, and prayer groups, the guys on my hall would be sick of talking about religion, but most nights after curfew, you can find dozens of conversations about every theological issue under the sun. In the past few nights, I’ve heard guys hashing out theories of salvation, discussing the book of Revelation, and debating the biblical stances on everything from alcohol use to capital punishment.
I still don’t feel like I fit in here, for reasons too numerous and obvious to list. But, against all odds, I’m starting to have a good time. I suppose I’m just going through the same process as anyone touching down in a foreign land would – acclimating, coping, making lemonade out of lemons. This might not be true happiness I’m feeling. But for now, it’s enough.
I didn’t pray before eating my chicken tempura at the restaurant, and it made me vaguely uneasy for the next twenty minutes. I saw two men walking hand in hand on the way to the parking deck, and I did an incredulous triple take, staring much longer than politesse would dictate. Most disturbing was when we went on a post-dinner stroll around Beirne’s neighborhood. I saw a group of high school-age kids sitting on a stoop, and the first thing that flashed through my mind, before I could quash it, was: are they saved?
For the first two months of the semester, going to Thomas Road [Baptist Church] on Sundays was one of the highlights of my week.
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I like the feeling of being prayed for. I like setting aside regular intervals of time to pray and read the Bible.
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So this week, I committed myself to praying for half an hour a day, an amount of time my Evangelism 101 professor recommended.
“It’s natural to connect with people on a human level, even if you do disagree with everything they say.” She added, “You do disagree with everything they say, right?”