Very sorry to hear of Rachel Held Evans’ passing. My heart goes out to  her family, her kids, her husband, and all of her many fans. 37 is so young and it’s just such a sad loss, such a great tragedy. May the Lord fill them all with His peace and His comfort.

First of all, let me say it’s okay to be mad at death, to hate it. Jesus was. He wept. He also so loved the world, He laid down His very life for us. Death and separation was not a part of the plan, not part of our design. It’s “unnatural.” It’s not what we were made for.

Russell Moore actually coined that phrase about “tribal silos” and it set me off to ponder those words, the nature of the walls that separate us, the inherent tribalism within our faith that is often so quick to draw lines in the sand, to create deep divisions.  I sometimes call this faith of mine, the trashed Bride of Christ. She sure can be a real  train wreck sometimes…

“Tribal silos” is a good term, it speaks to castle walls and grain that cannot escape. However,  I am reminded of Proverbs 25:28, “He that hath no rule over his own spirit is like a city that is broken down, and without walls.” Or perhaps Ephesians 4:14, “That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive.”

Having blogged about faith for many years now, I know how quick people are to attack, to accuse, and to scream about the horrors of “heretics” and “false teachings.” Christian people. Over and over I’ve read the fear behind such rantings and thought, it should not be. It should not be because first of all, Christians should be kind to one another, displaying the fruit of the spirit, and so safe and secure in what we believe and know, that there is no fear. “Perfect love casts out fear.”

Rachel Held Evans and I agreed on almost nothing, nothing but the one thing that really matters, that God is good. I don’t take that one thing for granted anymore, because I’ve encountered many who cannot even seem to get that part right. We agreed that God was good and I also enjoyed her sense of humor and her brave honesty. She was wrong about many things but she was honest, bravely, boldly, powerfully honest about what she thought and felt, and willing to endure mockery and ridicule to stand in that truth.

Did you know you can be wrong about everything but still be full of honesty? Conversely you can be right about everything but still be so very, very,  wrong. I think the bible affirms this truth when it says, “If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.”

Heretics R us. Today I feel a kind of kinship with heretics of all flavors, with those willing to break away from cultural Christianity, to let go of their need for people favor, to speak honestly about their doubts and fears. It’s not just kinship, I actually value them, all the Christian “dissidents.” They serve an important role, they trigger much needed discussion, and they help us to clarify our own beliefs.

If you want to get literal about it, what was Jesus Christ but the King of all Kings, a heretic against the religious powers of the day? Didn’t He challenge our thinking, our belief systems, our religion, even throw over a few tables in our temples and call people white washed tombs? He did.

I’m so grateful He did.  Keep the church weird.