"You See, I’d Rather Believe Too Much Than Too Little."

Father Dwight Longenecker remembers a conversation he had with what back then was a fellow Anglican priest:

Simon was a very nice English guy, diffident, intelligent and self effacing with a good sense of humor. He had received a typical mainstream, liberal education and was an Anglican priest of the broad church, progressive opinion.

After a couple of drinks at the bar I said, “Tell me. Straight up. I’m interested. What is it you actually believe?”

He was embarrassed. In England even clergyman are not expected to speak openly about religion…

“Well, uh. God. If he exists (wry smile) is there, and um. He is sort of, well. I wouldn’t expect him to intervene in any way but I suppose he is rather like the example of what we should aim to be.”

“And Jesus Christ?”

“He shows us what God is like. He’s an example for us.”

“Uh huh. Virgin Birth, Incarnation, all that stuff?”

“Well I don’t think there is any such thing as an objective theology. These are terms that were useful in their time given the context, the religious and philosophical structures that were in place. Now? I’m not sure that sort of language works in this day and age. Still, maybe they work on a kind of poetic level.”

“Symbols?”

“More than symbols perhaps. A metaphor. A way of speaking about truths that are, in the end, I suppose ineffable.”

“Uh huh. Another drink?”

“Don’t mind if I do. Thanks.”

Over the next drink my tongue loosened a bit and I said, “You know Simon, I have to admit, I believe the whole thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“The old, old story. Sinful man. God’s son. Death on the cross for the sins of the world. Virgin Birth. Angels. Shepherd. The whole thing. I believe the whole thing.”

He laughed out loud. “You don’t.”

I laughed back. “I do! I really do! Miracles. Feeding the five thousand. Walking on the water. Raising the dead. The forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the dead. The life everlasting.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not. You see, I’d rather believe too much than too little. When I get on the other side I reckon it will be easier to be forgiven for believing too much doubting too much. I’d rather take the risks of being gullible than being cynical. Call me a little child, if you like, but I remember that it is the little children who get in through that low doorway, so I’m going with the full works. The whole shooting match.”

He shook his head incredulously. “You’re a fool.”

The fool's got more.

And this fool enjoyed it all, immensely.

The world needs more fools.