I rarely find much to like in Rachel Held Evans’ work, but this piece about the story of Abraham’s near-sacrifice of Isaac suggests that she’s growing-up in spite of her Christianity.
“But why would the very God I believe imprinted us all with a conscience—with a deep sense of right and wrong—ask me to deny that conscience by accepting genocide as just?” I asked. “And how could I ever bring myself to worship a God who, if these accounts are true, ordained and derived glory from actions I believe are evil?”
“Stop right there,” the pastor said. “I want you to hear the pride in that statement: ‘how could I ever worship a God who…?’ That is not for you to decide, Rachel. God is God. You worship God because He’s God.”
That sounds like a believable conversation to me, because I’ve heard that obey-obey-obey schtick many times; certainly, it is sufficient to bamboozle the insecure.
Maybe the real test isn’t in whether you drive the knife through the heart.
Maybe the real test is in whether you refuse.
Now we’re getting somewhere, though her read is hardly mainstream Christianity; after all, the Inquisition took ready betrayal of family and friends as proof of rehabilitation.
Even so — yes: At some point, the truth about character is manifest in the ability to say, No. Christianity conspires against character.