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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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alvy singer and me

Annie Hall: Alvy, you're incapable of enjoying life, you know that? I mean you're like New York City. You're just this person. You're like this island unto yourself.
Alvy Singer
: I can't enjoy anything unless everybody is. If one guy is starving someplace, that puts a crimp in my evening.

It was 1977, I was 22 and the movie 'Annie Hall' was a recent release. Annie, the subject of the film, was flighty but happy. A young Diane Keaton was a triumph in the role. Alvy, on the other hand, was deep but neurotic. And of course Woody Allen wasn't  playing a role, he was explaining himself. This was Woody's worldview on display. We were the psychiatrist. He just wanted someone to help him get away from himself. And 'knowing that one guy starving someplace put a crimp in his world'. Alvy couldn't relax. Alvy was uptight. Alvy was haunted. He knew too much to just let it be.

Shallow was stupid, but a happy stupid. Shallow and stupid was a good coping mechanism.

Eventually his neurosis cost him Annie. It was inevitable. She couldn't be around him any more. It was tiring no matter how much she loved him. She just shut him out and 'moved on'. She is really a symbol of everybody Alvy ever knew and wanted to 'be'. Carefree, spontaneous and free.

But just knowing 'that one guy...' wouldn't let him be. He walked with a crimp.

Alvy Singer: I feel that life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. That's the two categories. The horrible are like, I don't know, terminal cases, you know, and blind people, crippled. I don't know how they get through life. It's amazing to me. And the miserable is everyone else. So you should be thankful that you're miserable, because that's very lucky, to be miserable.

Alvy Singer: Here, you look like a very happy couple, um, are you?
Female street stranger: Yeah.
Alvy Singer: Yeah? So, so, how do you account for it?
Female street stranger: Uh, I'm very shallow and empty and I have no ideas and nothing interesting to say.
Male street stranger: And I'm exactly the same way.
Alvy Singer: I see. Wow. That's very interesting. So you've managed to work out something?

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