Peter Rollins has written a book of parables called The Orthodox Heretic: And Other Impossible Tales. On his blog, Raffi Shahinian uses one of these stories to explain why he left blogging behind. I'm not saying I'm leaving blogging behind, but I thought the parable was cool, so I thought I'd repost it (and I think I might read the book now):
"In
a world where following Christ is decreed to be a subversive and
illegal activity, you have been accused of being a believer, arrested,
and dragged before a court.
You
have been under clandestine surveillance for some time now, and so the
prosecution has been able to build up quite a case against you. They
begin the trial by offering the judge dozens of photographs that show
you attending church meetings, speaking at religious events, and
participating in various prayer and worship services.
After
this, they present a selection of items that have been confiscated from
your home: religious books that you own, worship CD's, and other
Christian artifacts. Then they step up the pace by displaying many
poems, pieces of prose, and journal entries that you had lovingly
written concerning your faith...
Throughout
the case you have been sitting silently in fear and trembling. You know
deep in your heart that with the large body of evidence that has been
amassed by the prosecution you face the possibility of a long
imprisonment or even execution. At various times throughout the
proceedings you have lost all confidence and have been on the verge of
standing up and denying Christ. But while this thought has plagued your
mind throughout the trial, you resist the temptation and remain focused.
Once
the prosecution has finished presenting their case the judge proceeds
to ask if have anything to add, but you remain silent and resolute,
terrified that if you open your mouth, even for a moment, you might
deny the charges made against you. Like Christ, you remain silent
before your accusers. In response you are led outside to wait as the
judge ponders your case.
The
hours pass slowly as you sit under guard in the foyer waiting to be
summoned back. Eventually, a young man in uniform appears and leads you
into the courtroom so that you may hear the verdict and receive word of
your punishment. Once you have been seated in the dock the judge, a
harsh and unyielding man, enters the room, stands before you, looks
deep into your eyes and begins to speak.
"Of the charges that have been brought forward I find the accused not guilty."
"Not
guilty?" Your heart freezes. Then, in a split second, the fear and
terror that had moments before threatened to strip your resolve are
swallowed up by confusion and rage.
Despite
the surroundings, you stand defiantly before the judge and demand that
he give an account concerning why you are innocent of the charges in
light of the evidence.
"What evidence?" he replies in shock.
"What about the poems and prose I wrote?" you reply.
"They simply show that you think of yourself as a poet, nothing more."
"But what about the services I spoke at, the times I wept in church and the long, sleepless nights of prayer?"
"Evidence
that you are a good speaker and actor, nothing more," replied the
judge. "It is obvious that you deluded those around you, and perhaps at
times you even deluded yourself, but this foolishness is not enough to
convict you in a court of law."
"But this is madness!" you shout. "It would seem that no evidence would convince you!"
"Not so," replied the judge as if informing you of a great, long-forgotten secret.
"The
court is indifferent toward your Bible reading and church attendance;
it has no concern for worship with words and a pen. Continue to develop
your theology, and use it to paint pictures of love. We have no
interest in such armchair artists who spend their time creating images
of a better world. We exist only for those who would lay down that
brush, and their life, in a Christlike endeavor to create a better
world. So, until you live as Christ and his followers did, until you
challenge this system and become a thorn in our side, until you die to
yourself and offer your body to the flames, until then, my friend,
you
are no enemy of ours." "