I Love Jesus But I Drink a Little: Some Honest Thoughts on FaithPosted on August 2nd, 2011
I love Jesus but I drink a little.
Has there ever been a sweeter sentence spoken on God’s green earth? (full video below).
Now you can buy an I Love Jesus but I Drink a Little t-shirt or even sport the I Love Jesus beer cozy — just like the disciples had at the last supper. When they come out with the I Love Jesus but I Drink a Little Study Bible, I’m putting it atop my Christmas list.
I LOVE JESUS
BUT I DRINK A LITTLE
I love this phrase because it is so refreshingly honest and straightforward around a topic that can feel anything but.
Why do we have to dance around this subject like a matador around a bull? Is it because we’ve all been speared one to many times by those with sharp religious horns?
Or maybe we’re tired of people rubbing religion in our face like a puppy who just messed the carpet?
Gigantic billboards on the side of the highway of “Wheat Jesus” don’t exactly help either. And yes, this is a real billboard. I know because I made a road trip come to a halt so I could snap a shot of it’s golden glory.
The topic of faith has been laced with so much politics, denominations, policies, do’s and don’t lest you be damned, we can’t have open and honest conversation about it.
And I find sometimes the toughest people to have an honest conversation about faith? Someone from the same faith background.
THE TWILIGHT ZONE
Take church. Sometimes when I step into a Sunday morning I feel like I’ve entered some-sort of problem-free-parallel universe where everyone’s so hyped up on coffee, Krispy Kremes, and Jesus that there’s not a cloud, drop of rain, or speck of pollution in the sky.
I mean we all have problems, don’t we? None of the church-goers, the pastor, reverend, rabbi, priest, are immune to them? If we were problem-free, why would we be going to church in the first place?
Why waste our time with church if we all share a collective perfection?
IF FAITH CAN NOT BE HONEST, WHAT CAN?
So maybe at church and in faith-conversations, we should talk about, you know, what we really believe. Maybe we should just let our hair down a little and get our hands a little dirty with the truth of our imperfections, doubts and questions. I think so many in my generation are sick of the sleek, contrived production that can be faith.
The marketed/branded/strategically planned church-spectaclethat if Jesus actually decided to show up, he’d be quickly removed by the head ushers for not fitting into the church’s new, hip branding statement.
I think my generation wants to wrestle with faith — the glory and the hope, along with the pain and the suffering. This generation can smell “marketing” from 70 pews back.
We must become comfortable at talking about the Comedy, Tragedy, and Fairy Tale of the Gospel, as Fredrick Buechner puts it.
I’d love to walk into a church and have the greeter at the door exclaim, “Welcome to New Faith Church. We all love Jesus and we all drink a little. Come right in.”
Has faith played a role in your life?
Have you been able to have honest conversations about faith with others? Why or why not?
And for your viewing pleasure, I give you the one and only Gladys Hardy. Watch for a few minutes to hear the line that changed beer and Jesus forever.