[vc_row el_class=”olive-branch-bg-r”][vc_column][vc_column_text]I vividly remember one of the few times I saw my dad cry.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t remember the details or the reason, but I remember the impression it left upon me.<\/p>\n

We were sitting in the car, and he was softly singing Bob Dylan\u2019s \u201cBlowing in the Wind.\u201d And his voice choked on the lyrics, and tears started rolling down his cheeks.<\/p>\n

Maybe something was going on in the family, though if so I couldn\u2019t guess what it was. Or, maybe the drums were beating for the Bush Senior\u2019s war in Iraq, the original that paved the way for the endless sequel. Maybe some combination of home and world events pierced his emotions until they could no longer be contained. Music has a way of reaching in and pulling the deepest longings from his heart right up to the surface. He\u2019s a sensitive soul, my father.<\/p>\n

He\u2019s always been one of the kindest, most tender-hearted people I know. I mean, of course he is to me; he\u2019s my\u00a0daddy<\/em>. But his compassion reaches far beyond his family. He has always yearned for a better world, a world of equity and justice, a world without war or hatred. A child of the 60s, he was bold and vocal in his support for integration, missing his high school graduation to join a walk-out with African American students.\u00a0 He registered as a conscientious objector during the Vietnam War. His strives to hold his country accountable to its own professed standards of \u201cliberty and justice for all,\u201d and he strives to hold himself accountable to those standards as well. He and my mother taught me my values of kindness, respect, and peacemaking, and I have always been proud to have him as my role model.<\/p>\n

And the fact that he is an atheist has played a pivotal role in my faith journey.<\/p>\n

To this day, whenever I hear, \u201cUnless you become like children, you will never inherit the kingdom,\u201d I feel a disconnect. I heard about \u201chaving the faith of a child\u201d throughout my lifetime, and it secretly frustrated me, because as a child I often felt more doubt than faith. How could it be otherwise, when the man I most admired rejected the whole idea of God? And it wasn\u2019t for lack of exposure; he is the son of a former minister. He had gone to Sunday School and read at least some of the Bible. Yet he rejected it. So naturally, I also questioned the scripture and traditions of my faith community.<\/p>\n

I loved my church. My mother (also the child of a minister) brought me weekly, and I made my dearest childhood friends there \u2013 both children my own age and adults with whom I made instant and lasting connections. And I loved the liturgy; I felt an overwhelming sense of\u00a0grown-upness<\/em>\u00a0participating in worship; pride in memorizing the creeds and confessions and genuine joy in singing the hymns. Nevertheless, my doubt lingered. I wanted to believe in a God of Love; I wanted to believe that an all-powerful yet all merciful Being who cared for me and my loved ones held the universe together.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_section el_class=”post-quote”][vc_row css=”.vc_custom_1566306295282{background-image: url(https:\/\/ravenfoundation.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/0c0caab3a0b06f49d1f4e4069f7acecc-e1562958862845.jpg?id=19638) !important;}”][vc_column][vc_column_text css_animation=”none” el_class=”quote”]<\/p>\n

The Trinity… is God\u2019s all-embracing Love. And I see that love so beautifully reflected in my father.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][\/vc_section][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Yet I learned early on that the God so many of my friends and family worship is a God my father denies in large part because so much of scripture looks nothing like love. My father rejects miracles in a scientific world and has an eye for the contradictions that litter the pages of the Bible, but his intellectual rejection of religion is interwoven with a moral imperative to shun the violence of a God who would kill first-born sons of Egypt, lead genocidal conquests, or destroy the entire world in a flood. He rejects the violent soteriology that claims that God withholds mercy unless there is sacrifice, that shames followers into submission by claiming that Jesus\u2019s gruesome death was payment for our sins. He refuses to assent to a faith that has been weaponized to shame and condemn and kill, and he resists the exclusivism that can be wielded by any religion and is certainly wielded in the name of Christianity. I know these words do not encompass all the reasons my father or anyone else embraces atheism, but they encompass my early childhood understanding of why my father does.<\/p>\n

And I, who learned so much of love from my father and saw so much love in my church, felt competing pangs of longing and fear for a faith whose people showed such love but whose scripture and traditions inspired so much violence (yes, along with much good) in the world. When Jesus\u2019s life and teachings show active compassion for the most marginalized and yet even many kindhearted Christians believe in a God who would violently condemn all humanity for disbelief or incorrect belief, what was I to understand? It was an intellectual and moral, well\u2026\u00a0crisis\u00a0<\/em>of my childhood into my young adulthood. That sounds like hyperbole when I was always safe and always loved, but I knew the stakes were potentially infinite, and my heart, mind and soul often felt pulled to bursting.<\/p>\n

And the Trinity \u2013 the very essence of God \u2013 was one of my biggest intellectual and moral conundrums as I tried to navigate my faith. What could it possibly mean, for God to be three-in-one? Of course my father, not just an atheist but also a math teacher, rejected it! But the Trinity was much more than faulty math. Like floating zoos or virgin births, it seemed to defy scientific rationality. I saw it as a litmus test for faith that I was amazed anyone could pass. And, when taken in connection with a penal substitutionary perspective on atonement and a looming fear of eternal torment in hell for nonbelievers, well, the Trinity sometimes seemed to me like the cruel joke of a petty and vindictive God who may or may not exist. First God demands a gruesome death as payment for our sins, then God denies heaven to those who don\u2019t believe in the death and resurrection of Jesus, and to top it all off, the faith required for heaven was a kind of moral and intellectual gymnastics in which I had to recognize that the same Jesus whose death God required was God\u2019s son and God\u2019s self, but God was not 2, but 1, but within that 1 there is a third, the Holy Spirit. Why did I even struggle to believe in that God at all?[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_section][vc_row css=”.vc_custom_1566393555121{background-color: #f6ebdf !important;}” el_class=”optin”][vc_column][vc_column_text css_animation=”none”][\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Well, there was fear, but there was also love. Not only was my journey a search for love in the midst of confusion and doubt, but Love\u2019s Own Self pushed me forward in pursuit of finding answers to questions that my father planted in my brain and my heart. Love led me to study scripture and theology to try to understand the juxtaposition of the loving God that my mother and church confessed with the violence committed in God\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

Along the way, I found some answers and began to feel more at peace, but it wasn\u2019t until I became acquainted with\u00a0Ren\u00e9 Girard\u2019s Mimetic Theory<\/a>\u00a0that I discovered a comprehensive lens for understanding the violence in scripture and in life. Essentially, I learned that humanity is formed in relationship, that our interconnection is integral to who we are. Violence is born as much of our similarities as our differences as we compete for our desires. And we are prone to forming identities over and against others. Violence can feel transcendent, and God can be confused with violence, because we often feel a sense of \u201cright\u201d in opposition to a sense of \u201cwrong.\u201d A Girardian perspective on scripture helps me to understand the Bible as the story of humanity\u2019s relationship with God and as our journey out of violence and into harmonious relationship with one another. The attribution of violence to God comes from humanity\u2019s confusion of violence and divinity, and Jesus\u2019s relationship of Love with God models a new way for us to recognize God and live in relationship with each other.<\/p>\n

For to be made in God\u2019s image is to be made in loving relationship. That is how I have come to understand the Trinity. We are formed in relationship to one another because God\u2019s own self is perfect relationship \u2013 not isolated entity but ever-flowing Love. God the Father and God the Son are ever giving and receiving of Love, and the Holy Spirit is the Love that flows between them and pulls us into the infinite dance of Love as well. The Trinity is not poor math or the litmus test of a petty God; it is God\u2019s all-embracing Love.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_empty_space height=”20px”][vc_empty_space height=”20px”][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_row_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1\/2″][vc_column_text]And I see that love so beautifully reflected in my father. A loving relationship in which we are formed, which changes us for the better and reaches beyond us to the world\u2026 that\u2019s the Triune shape of Love we are born to reflect. My father\u2019s love makes me who I am; I know my love for him has shaped him just as my own children shape me, and thus our relationship with all others is more because of who we are to each other. It\u2019s the same, of course, for any close relationship: friendship, marriage, etc. So it\u2019s not just that my father\u2019s rejection of the violence in scripture and religion catalyzed my search for a deeper understanding of God\u2019s love. It\u2019s not just that, thanks in large part to my dad, I fully reject any understanding of God that pollutes love with violence. And it\u2019s not just the fact that my dad\u2019s commitment to peace and justice has shaped my own passion for the same, or that my own struggle with scripture through the questions that he planted in my brain sparked my desire to disarm scripture and help others to use it as a plowshare rather than a sword.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1\/2″][vc_single_image image=”20154″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][\/vc_column_inner][\/vc_row_inner][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row el_class=”olive-branch-bg-l”][vc_column][vc_empty_space height=”16px”][vc_column_text]Beyond all of this, my father, the atheist math teacher, helps me to understand and appreciate the Trinity because he lives so fully into the call we all receive whatever our beliefs may be, the call to be an instrument of peace and relate to the world in love.<\/p>\n

Thank you, Dad. I love you![\/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][\/vc_section]<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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