For some people, the traditional Christian story — that God became man; died as a necessary sacrifice to atone for our sins; rose from the dead; and ascended into heaven — resonates so strongly that it captivates them right away. To them, the story is simply and obviously true.
It’s never worked that way for me. I’ve never been able to get past the troubling inconsistencies in the New Testament accounts, plus the fact that the men who actually knew Jesus evidently preached that he was the long-awaited Anointed One, not that he was God incarnate. Those facts are what resonate with me (not least because professionally I’m all too aware of how easily memories and stories can become distorted).
But I can’t rule out another possibility: It may be that I just don’t have what it takes to “get” the traditional story. I might be like a tone-deaf person who doesn’t have what it takes to “get” music.
I have some idea of what that must be like: The quickest way for me to get into a really good mood, and even a state of exhilaration, is to hear (let’s say) What is This Feeling? from the original Broadway cast recording of Wicked, or to sing, say, O Zion Haste (Hymn 539) or Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah (Hymn 690). I feel sorry for the unfortunates who will never know the joys of music.
Perhaps that’s how my orthodox friends feel about me and the traditional Christian story.
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