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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"...U2

This website tells a story that is unfolding in my mind. Be sure to watch the clips on the left as you read. I aim for this to be multi sensory learning. It reflects the new emerging way we can see things. This message is presented in a format which can communicate and support...a format that didn't exist 5 years ago.

Things are changing fast...the church can't keep up...particularly if it intentionally weighs things down. 

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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Wednesday
23Sep2009

offer me no vinegar

DateWednesday, September 23, 2009 at 04:10AM

'The Jordan is waiting for me to cross through, My heart is aging I can tell...'

I am not sure if I feel more like Plaxico Burress or Jesus of Nazareth tonight. None of the three of us were innocent in our exile from the community. I suppose in some odd way we all got what was coming to us. Play with fire and you will get burned. In any event banishment has its own teacher. You really can't get there from here lest you walk through that desert. It's in the wilderness where we learn to be hungry again.

And thirsty.

Things didn't fare well for Jesus outside the city gates. Like Absolam he was banished from the city of David. In the last they both hung like brothers from a tree, sides pierced by violence. Connected by their contrast. One faithless the other faithful. Stuff happens this side of glory. David's heart broke. I suppose God's did too. That is the point of these stories you know. Fathers love their sons.

Perhaps it will work out in the end for Plaxico. Maybe redemption lies on the other side of silence for him. I hope so. We could all use a second chance whether we 'deserve' it or not.

And as for me--offer me no vinegar. I am not ready to bow my head. I am not ready to be finished. I cling this late night to the thin line of hope..of redemption...of vindication. I may die on this lonely hill...but I wouldn't be the first.

 

AuthorDaryl Underwood | Comment1 Comment |

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I can identify with you in my own little way, Daryl, though it does seem big to me.

September 24, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterTed M. Gossard

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