A few months ago I was with a group of friends and we were having some intense discussion about the best ways to “do” Church. As I started to give my super-important opinion on the matter my three year old son walked in from the other room and interrupted me with “Daddy, daddy, I need to pee!” in his best still-doesn’t-get-it inside voice. In other words, he announced it proudly to the room.
That was a moment I will always remember. It solidified what I had been thinking for a while: my life is not made up of intense theological discussions. Most people do not have the time, education, or personality to engage in long drawn-out debates about whether God changes his mind, what will happen during the “End Times” or whether there is such a thing.
It gets dangerous when we are convinced that these are incredibly important questions even though it’s obvious that these questions are quite irrelevant to our everyday life. And it’s even more dangerous when they divide us. Imagine saying you can’t be friends with someone because they believe Brad Pitt should have never left Jennifer Aniston for Angelina Jolie. What a fun thing to talk about. What a stupid thing to fight about.
My love must cover over a multitude of different opinions. Why? Well, mostly because most of my opinions just don’t matter. They are fun to discuss and they are fun to engage in. But fighting about them doesn’t make me a faithful Christian, it reveals a large ego and the need to be right, even about things that won’t change my life one way or the other.
My life is not shaped by my beliefs about esoteric doctrine that only seminary graduates know about. My life is filled with “Daddy, Daddy, I have to pee!” moments. And those moments thrust me out of my head and back into the present, out of thinking and back into loving.