A Thinking Man’s Religion: A Religion I Can Feel Sometimes

Altar

Me, with Allison, at the altar after a mighty move of God.

“Given your faith tradition, why did you major in Philosophy?”

That was the question my professor asked as we walked together across the University of Mississippi’s campus. I was a sophomore who only recently changed my major from International Studies to Philosophy. He was getting to know me better and his question presumed that students from Evangelical, Baptist and Pentecostal backgrounds were suspicious of the subject, thinking it would challenge their cherished beliefs. But I don’t think he was trying to insult me, the only black student majoring in Philosophy at the time. As philosophers often do, he was simply trying to get answers.

I told him that my faith was strong. I had been an agnostic during my teenage years and a radical encounter with God opened me up to mysteries that can’t be evaded by science or philosophy. I was also called into the Gospel ministry and that too was a miracle. Majoring in Philosophy would help me in attempting to explain to others what I experienced, so that they too may come to faith in Jesus Christ. I was a man of many questions and I didn’t want shallow answers to them. I was sure others wanted deeper answers too.

My professor was satisfied with my response. He was not seeking to turn me into an agnostic once more. I think he found it both odd and inspiring that a man of deep faith did not shy away from deep inquiries.

Anyone who knows me knows I am a thinker. I read voraciously. I have more books than clothes. Bookstores and coffee shops feel like a second home. Colleagues recently nicknamed me “Professor” and it was thus fitting that I be employed by Alcorn to teach Ethics. Well read, well dressed, and well mannered, I fit the respectability politics of the black bourgeois even though I’m a country boy at heart.

But what confuses people is that I also have a religion I can feel. A religion in which signs and wonders are so common they are ordinary. Dreams, visions, prophetic utterances. Worship that lifts you into the third heaven. An unshakeable commitment to the crucified and literally, bodily, and historically resurrected Lord Jesus of Nazareth, the Son of God. I have seen bodies healed, demons cast out, alcoholics sober up by the power of God. Mines is not the thinking man’s religion, so I’m told. But I wouldn’t have a religion I couldn’t feel sometimes. It was good enough for Paul and Silas. It is good enough for millions of Christians in Latin America and Africa and Asia. It is good enough for me.

In my life I have connected religion of the head with religion of the heart (and religion of the hand). Many see me civically engaged or writing blogs and articles. They think I’m all hand or head. But what really motivates all of that is the heart religion God gave me when I was seventeen. It was a peace and power for which I long sought. I grew up thinking the religion of my youth was nothing more than therapy that kept people unchanged and in their places. Some of that is true. And that must change. But what the Lord gave me in the twilight of my high school years was life altering. And even when I tried to run from it, God had a way of chasing me. Even after I received the call to ministry I resisted because I was only a few months away from moving from Hazlehurst to Oxford for college. Growing up a sheltered kid, I didn’t want to be branded as the preacher boy. But in God’s providence, a woman of God who never met me before had a word from the Lord: “The Lord said stop running!” You can’t hide from God.

I long for justice and human flourishing. I want everyone to have good food for nourishing, a safe home for shelter, a viable career. I want Mississippi to move from the bottom to the top. I want jobs, entrepreneurship, a creative economy, and shared prosperity for all our citizens. I want a broken criminal justice system fixed and I want excellent education and adequate healthcare for everyone.

But if that’s all we have, it’s not enough.

More than anything I want every soul to encounter the God I met for real when I was seventeen. I want God to radically change lives in ways that no government, business, education, or culture can.

I want others to have a religion they can think through, a religion they can feel.

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2 thoughts on “A Thinking Man’s Religion: A Religion I Can Feel Sometimes

  1. Chauncey Spears says:

    Powerful, Powerful, Powerful. reminds me of that old Temptations song “I Need a Love I Can See”. LOL!!!

    I truly yearn for a thinking man’s religion. At the same time, a thinking man cannot deny the power of the authentic encounter with God, whether it be the mystic notions of utterances, dreams, “prophecies” from elders, etc. Nor can one deny the wonder and mystery of inner peace in the midst of outer turmoil, the selfless love one has for a spouse, children or other family members; or the willingness to die for a cause, idea, or movement. Indeed the songwriter is correct, “God is real, for I can FEEL (not study, analyze, or research) [God] , in my Soul !!! “.

    You also raise a powerful sentiment in the inquiry from your major professor. Why do many to most believers fear inquiry? In my youth, I was warned often about going off to school and becoming an “educated fool” and “losing my religion”. But, what I found is that churches that complain about the youth losing faith in college have probably not done the work of providing an “answer” for the questions raised by the thoughtful in the faith and without. Perhaps because many of our faith leaders in our churches aren’t lettered or degreed, they feel intimidated by the notion of members becoming college educated. I think also that many of the formally trained believers do a lax job of applying that training to the life of the Body of Christ. We don’t offer up our expertise enough in ministry to provide greater service for our churches and therefore communities. Because of the shortcomings on both sides, the church suffers. even more sadly, we in community lose out on a vital piece of our humanity, our spiritual intellect goes wanting.

    James Cone once noted on a panel that our churches need to be centers of theology, where truly the total humanity is ministered to, MIND, body, and spirit. too often, we neglect the mind. And too often, we denigrate the spirit. The level of biblical literacy in our churches is depressing. And we wonder why the church is losing its relevance in many circles, maybe perhaps we aren’t preaching the true Full Gospel; limited by our fear of intellectualism in leadership, and our hoarding of that intellectualism in the seminary and in the pew.

  2. Voncele Savage says:

    Yes, yes, yes, the Holy Spirit is intelligent, rather than emotional. Feeling the presence of God doesn’t mean we are in some nebulous state of being responding to emotions that hinder us from thinking clearly. In fact, feeling God’s presence makes us more aware.

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