As a child, my family gave "Eskimo kisses." This phrase is probably a)Historically and factually inaccurate, and b)politically incorrect, but I don't know what else to call them. You know, it's when you rub your nose against someone else's nose. It's so much more intimate than a kiss on the cheek. When you are pressed nose to nose with someone, you invade their space. You smell their breath. You are thisclose to the other person. For me, this is such a better picture of the relationship I want to have with God. I want God to invade my space. I may not want God to smell my breath (!), but I do want an intimacy with Him that is difficult to put into words.
At the same time, I find myself frustrated with the Church. I have been a part of lovely churches with lovely people, so this blog is not meant as a commentary on my particular contexts. However, as a subculture, we've got it wrong, and the more I observe the Christian subculture, the more I think this is not really what Jesus had in mind. This blog is my attempt to process the thoughts I have about my faith journey. It's a place to express my developing ideas, my frustrations, my successes, and my failures. I don't actually expect that anyone will read this, so if you find it and want to explore these ideas with me, please feel free to comment. I have another blog, where I chronicle my journey to a PhD, and since I find it difficult to separate intellectual matters from faith matters, I imagine my studies will bleed into this blog from time to time.
