The polarized "ends" of the Christian spectrum of belief make for an odd couple, but we need each other.
I am a gnostic-ish Christian. I frequently read from the Nag Hammadi texts and spend a lot of my internal dialogue time wondering if God really did create this physical existence, or if he delegated it to an angel or other spiritual being who didn't get things quite right (a demiurge). Given the innate irrationality of people in general, I wonder if it really makes sense to spend so much time talking about belief, since humans are capable of believing something, but acting completely in opposite of the implications of what they believe. I've had mystical experiences (don't ask), and I wonder why we don't have any prophets running around doing crazy things as signs of God's words for us and telling us to repent of whatever cultural convention we have adopted.
Needless to say, I spend some of my time with my head in the clouds.
So I need my orthodox brothers and sisters. I need the consistency and structure of the liturgy and the lectionary to root me in the life of the church and the experience of the apostles. I need the down-to-earth older members of the Methodist church I attend and their Sunday school conversations that are rooted in the 1950's, and their worries about why their children and grandchildren don't go to church, and their unwavering committment to the power of belief in Jesus to change a life.
Every time I go, they smile and tell me to come back, because they need me and my crazy ideas, too.
So, we as liberal and conservative, gnostic and orthodox, mystic and theologian, we all need each other as part of the body of Christ. We make for an odd couple, but the world needs to hear the message that comes out of our discussions and challenges of one another, out of our schisms and reunifications. In there somewhere is a living and breathing gospel of Jesus Christ.
Just a few thoughts that hit me this morning.
