When I was a teen, CHOV radio, Pembroke, played the top ten
rock and roll tunes in an hour-long Thursday night countdown. Those were simpler times for music and
faith. Today, song lists of 100 for R&B/Hip Hop, Latin, Christian/Gospel,
Emerging Artists plus Reggae, Smooth Jazz, New Age and Comedy are always
on. Today too we have a thousand little
DIY religions blooming across the land.
In the fifties, my neighbours were, as far as
I knew, Christian. Now I often don’t know, myself included.
Despite the patching together of beliefs about karma and meditation, about
sin or the denial of sin, about “making love not war”, about the possibility of
big government actually working, about an Eden-like state of nature, about
eating vegetarian and blessing homosexual unions, the faith DNA still has that
distinctive tang of anything touched by Christ. It’s like a fire extinguisher on the wall
behind a glass door, “Break Open in Emergency”. It's available, recognizable, useful in emergencies, and rarely called on.

I think “agnostic”is the humble position to adopt though it may be wrong. When Christ asked Peter: "Will ye also go away?" Simon Peter answered him, "Lord, to whom shall we go?" My T.O.E. hasn't enough evidence to follow Peter but I have none better. I think about a self-organizing universe while humming "Tell Me The Stories of Jesus".
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