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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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miles to go...

Miles to go...before I sleep...memoirs from a deep dark solstice.

It was during three very long lonely years that I met Jesus on the way up the hill on His final journey in a new way. I had heard of Him before but during this time I came to know him more. On His journey towards the place of the skull I found Him all over again when he was most troubled and most at peace. He had finally come to rest . The epic past was just that--it was past. And what lie before him was a resting place. On the road of loneliness we tend see things in a different way. When we can relate we can understand better. We can begin to internalize feelings of empathy when we have similar experiences.

When we are alone we reflect.

And just when no one is listening is the best time to pay attention to what you hear inside. It seems to me that we are always inclined towards triumphant. We dream about success, glory, and the like. We want our stories to end that way, so we make His story end that way. Church must be that way or we find another church.  We want good news like fresh icing on a cake. Always positive. Always a success. But it just isn't so.

Alone is where you are when you have no one to call. Alone is a place you feel when you ask people to be with you in little things--like staying awake when you in such turmoil that the capillaries beneath your skin burst and you sweat blood-- only to find that they didn't even care enough to do that. It was one request. It's like you are dying and they are oblivious to your plight. You drink this cup alone--because that is what you are.

You are alone. And when the cross gets heavy on your back society will employ a stranger to help you bear it; not because he cares or is a friend, but because they need to move you out of the city and this is the most expedient way to get the job done. That's when alone hits. Not only are you alone but you are a burden. A nuisense that has to be dealt with.

Alone is when no one really wants to listen anymore. So you just stop speaking.

Certain people 'know' alone pretty well. Prisoners, widows, orphans, rest homes, unemployment lines and messiahs. 'Just for fun he says, get a job', and the well to do just keep walking on by. They don't want to stop. They are afraid alone will rub off on them. No one likes alone when it really is 'alone'. So the needed, the fortunate ones, stay away form the unwanted, neglected ones. They have lots of people that want to hear from them.

Until their time comes. Alone is where you are when you have no one to call. And those who used to need you, want you, crave you, well, they don't anymore. And day after day alone on the hill, the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still, and nobody seems to notice the fool on the hill.

In reality Jesus' mortal life came to a close on a long, lonely journey when it was quite dismal on all sides. I can only begin to imagine how empty that may have felt.

Don McLean wrote a song named Vincent. Most are familiar with the beginning phrase 'starry starry night paint your palate blue and grey' and so forth. But what sticks to me are other phrases--ones of brokenness and sorrow. 'A silver thorn, a bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin soil' makes me think of beauty wasted, abused, and trampled down. I feel Him beside me. The song was written for Vincent Van Gogh, a troubled soul who's life came crashing down. But every time I hear it I think of the person I met on the lonely road. I can tell you for certain that 'this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you'.

I met the broken bloody rose on the lonely road at the darkest time of my life. It was the only time I could see so clear. Crushed can feel crushed in a way the blooming rose could never experience.

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