For those of you who aren't familiar with the expression, the black dog is an old euphemism for anxiety and melancholy. I find myself taking a walk with this old, unwelcome, friend quite a bit in recent days.
The difficulty with all of this is that this mild fascination with all things gently spooky coincided with my conversion to evangelical Christianity. Suddenly there was a whole bunch of stuff I wasn't supposed to be interested in because it was "dark."
The Jesus we see in the New Testament is a false prophet as described by the very book that is supposed to reveal him as God.
There is a serious lack of helpful information out there for people who are struggling... with serious questions about their faith and can't speak to people about those questions out of fear... with moving away from faith and wanting validation... with anger at their experiences and having no place to vent... with the overwhelming hold that evangelical Christianity has on so many lives.
Imagine my surprise when a textbook, for a biblical interpretation (hermeneutics) class, in an MA degree program, at a devout evangelical college, told me the difficult truth that the Bible was not reliable.
Deconstructing Christian theology doesn't make sense unless you understand the place the Bible occupies in the Christian world. Just as the Bible de-railed my faith, so to it de-railed my post.