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"you're packing a suitcase for a place that you've never been...a place that has to be believed to be seen"...'Walk On' by U2

WATERSHED: A voice in the wilderness. DARYL UNDERWOOD.


The concept of Centerpoint Christianity briefly stated is:

Christianity from the centerpoint outward.

Christianity from the climax forward.

This blog constitutes concepts for a new view of Christianity that begins with what is foundational and moves forward from that point. It is based on the assumption that we are being pulled towards something unseen and pushed from a place that once was.

What Centerpoint Christianity attempts to do is bypass some of the constraints imposed by metanarratives by using the life of Christ and particularly the climactic actions of Christ as beginning points.

It supports the conviction that God is essentially timeless. From this beginning point we endeavor to move outward from the definitive moment of the parousia (visitation) of Christ and forward to the future which functions as a type of magnet to "what can be--and is coming".

When we begin at the life of Christ and move outward as from the centerpoint of a web, rather than in a linear timeline of history, another wide picture emerges.

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All I Know

All I Know

By Jimmy Webb

I bruise you, you bruise me
We both bruise too easily, too easily to let it show
I love you and that's all I know .

All my plans have fallin' through,
All my plans depend on you, depend on you to help them grow,
I love you and that's all I know.

When the singer's gone let the song go on...

But the ending always comes at last,
Endings always come too fast,
They come too fast but they past too slow,
I love you and that's all I know .

When the singer's gone let the song go on,
It's a fine line between the darkness and the dawn.
They say in the darkest night there's a light beyond

But the ending always comes at last,
Endings always come too fast,
They come too fast
But they past too slow,
I love you, and that's all I know.
That's all I know, that's all I know.—the song “All I Know” sung by Art Garfunkel

I love music. Songwriters labor over one lyric, one line, and when it is done well and others place their own gift towards the final product something mystical and magical emerges. Songs are large investments for the ones who write them, from time to time they emerge in a moment, more frequently they are born out of a great deal of paying attention and writing. They are like drops of blood sometimes squeezed out in the lonely night of a garden. When others hear the beauty of the song and put their hand to the production it becomes better. Songwriters sweat…So I honor them in this book—often.

G. K Chesterton once said:

“I don’t deny that we need priests to tell us that one day we will die, I only say that we need another kind of priests called prophets to remind us that we are not dead yet.”

Priest preach while prophets  proclaim "listen up". Prophets serve that type of function. So do songwriters and artists. They are the watchers of any society; the hearts cry of the beat up and bedraggled. They have a way with words that makes your ears sing or sting.

Art Garfunkel’s silky voice makes Jimmy Webb’s lyrics sing in the song that introduces this chapter. The arrangement augments the tender message that emerges; the cello in the background illumines the composition, the clarity of the piano, and the touch of the artists that hold these tools, create in the end a masterpiece.

It is a collaborative effort. Just like God, collaborative.

I have visualized it as pertaining to God and His heart at last. “When the singer’s gone let the song go on—there’s a fine line between the darkness and the dawn—they say in the darkest night there’s a light beyond” is deeply poetic and quite inspired. I imagine Jesus as the singer gone, God is in the darkest night of His soul as the Tanakh closes, and the thin line—that fine line—is the time of silence, almost mourning, that occurs between the testaments that divide the dying Jewish God and the emerging Christian God, essentially One and the same, but somehow quite different as we shall see. Hundreds of years to us, but a drop in the bucket to the Eternal One.

In the darkest night for God there is a light beyond, there really is.

When Israel defects, the one He placed His heart in for the sake of the world gone awry, he loves. It’s All I Know. When the one he depends on to make the plans happen falls through there is a light beyond, a final remnant of hope, a dove that descends. It comes because He loves. It’s All I Know. When the dawn breaks at last and He is the Light that is revealed, it is because He loves. It’s All I Know. And He sorts it all out with “drops of blood squeezed out in the lonely night of a garden” because He loves. Even in the dark night when all of the plans of God seem to be falling through the light is at hand.

I think about God all the time. Where ever I am He is somehow present in all I see, think, and do. I don’t "take breaks" because He is in me, around me above me, before me—I can get what Paul means when he says to the Athenians “in Him we live and move and have our being” because for me, it is true. It is not that I am always good or good at all, in fact when I falter, miss the mark, sin, He is there still. And I know it then too. I can’t just shake him off or put Him away till it is safe to come out.

In some ways the fact that I think about God all the time ought not surprise me or anyone else for that matter since I have been a pastor most of my life. But in truth not all pastors think that much about God since they have so many other pressing needs coming across the board and competing for their attention. In all honesty once I resigned as pastor I thought a lot more about God somehow. He fascinates me. I tell my wife I talk to myself a lot these days and the conversations are quite good. I should clarify that. What I mean is that for so long much of my job or vocation has been to ingest information, assimilate the input, and somehow try to bring the product to others in an inspiring manner. It was all a bit tiring and the same questions came up again and again. It was like starting at square one all the time. It’s not like that when I talk to myself though. Myself knows the same input that I know and together we can sort it out when we have conversation. I know it sounds odd, perhaps even a little imbalanced and it does bother me a bit to say it so bluntly, but we all have our function in the world. Others don’t have it to the same level; they have told me so, although I know some do since I can see it in them.

Most drive by the forest glancing over their shoulder as speed by, but I dwell in the woods.

Sometimes I wonder if I can’t see the forest because of the trees.

But is the end I conclude it is better for me to walk deep into the woods of God conversations than drive by the forest pausing from time to time to marvel at the beauty of the trees and such. It is just how I am. I judge no one for what they are.

My wife Debbie who knows me well, says I am a type of Jeremiah which translates into—“I have been given something to say, that burns within, that is a curse as much as a blessing”—to bring it out is like “drops of blood sometimes squeezed out in the lonely night of a garden”.

But when the singer sings I can’t help but listen. May you hear the song as well.

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Just wanted to let you know..I read and consider your musings...thanks!
Barb N-T

April 5, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterBarb Naylor-Tatterson

Thanks for noticing Barb..any comments can be sent to my e-mail at would love to hear from you.

April 11, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterDaryl

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