If you don't believe in the Virgin Birth or Resurrection "stories" then I'm not sure why you call yourself a Christian. Those are pretty fundamental to the whole Christian thing. I'm not trying to pick a fight. You are free to believe anything you like and identify yourself any way you like, of course. I am just curious why you chose the 'Christian' word as opposed to some other word that isn't so narrow in it's definition. I may have misunderstood what you meant. If so, I apologize.

And I'm still not sure why you use that term.

I've traveled much of the world and met Christians from many, many traditions. Almost none would understand your beliefs and labels.

I've met you, and like you. You are an educated, urbane, and polite man.

But I'm sure you would find my more traditional, and more exclusive Christian beliefs to be uneducated and provincial. So I won't offer to change your mind.

But personally I would prefer that you would call yourself something else.

If Christian can mean anything . . . then it can mean this . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50r0CnKq7_k&sns=fb

I can call this interpretation "wrong" because it does not line up with scripture. I'm not sure that you can.

With deepest respect,

Bob

From G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy, Chapter 5 . . .

“It is commonly the loose and latitudinarian Christians who pay quite indefensible compliments to Christianity. They talk as if there had never been any piety or pity until Christianity came, a point on which any mediaeval would have been eager to correct them. They represent that the remarkable thing about Christianity was that it was the first to preach simplicity or self-restraint, or inwardness and sincerity. They will think me very narrow (whatever that means) if I say that the remarkable thing about Christianity was that it was the first to preach Christianity. Its peculiarity was that it was peculiar, and simplicity and sincerity are not peculiar, but obvious ideals for all mankind. Christianity was the answer to a riddle, not the last truism uttered after a long talk. Only the other day I saw in an excellent weekly paper of Puritan tone this remark, that Christianity when stripped of its armour of dogma (as who should speak of a man stripped of his armour of bones), turned out to be nothing but the Quaker doctrine of the Inner Light. Now, if I were to say that Christianity came into the world specially to destroy the doctrine of the Inner Light, that would be an exaggeration. But it would be very much nearer to the truth.

The last Stoics, like Marcus Aurelius, were exactly the people who did believe in the Inner Light. Their dignity, their weariness, their sad external care for others, their incurable internal care for themselves, were all due to the Inner Light, and existed only by that dismal illumination. Notice that Marcus Aurelius insists, as such introspective moralists always do, upon small things done or undone; it is because he has not hate or love enough to make a moral revolution. He gets up early in the morning, just as our own aristocrats living the Simple Life get up early in the morning; because such altruism is much easier than stopping the games of the amphitheatre or giving the English people back their land. Marcus Aurelius is the most intolerable of human types. He is an unselfish egoist. An unselfish egoist is a man who has pride without the excuse of passion. Of all conceivable forms of enlightenment the worst is what these people call the Inner Light. Of all horrible religions the most horrible is the worship of the god within. Any one who knows any body knows how it would work; any one who knows any one from the Higher Thought Centre knows how it does work. That Jones shall worship the god within him turns out ultimately to mean that Jones shall worship Jones. Let Jones worship the sun or moon, anything rather than the Inner Light; let Jones worship cats or crocodiles, if he can find any in his street, but not the god within. Christianity came into the world firstly in order to assert with violence that a man had not only to look inwards, but to look outwards, to behold with astonishment and enthusiasm a divine company and a divine captain. The only fun of being a Christian was that a man was not left alone with the Inner Light, but definitely recognized an outer light, fair as the sun, clear as the moon, terrible as an army with banners.