I need to get something off of my chest. I need to confess:
I’m a Fundamentalist.
Now that might mean something different to you, but what I mean when I say I’m a Fundamentalist is this:
I wholeheartedly believe in the historical, orthodox tenets of Christianity; namely, that Jesus was born of a virgin, lived without sin, died as God’s perfect sacrifice for sin, and rose again.
That’s what I mean when I say I’m a Fundamentalist.
What I don’t mean are all the other things that have come to be associated with fundamentalism. All the rules, the cruft, the stuff that often comes between people and Jesus.
Because I want to be known more for Who I’m for, rather than what I’m against.
This doesn’t mean I’m soft on sin, but rather my response is that of Jesus: “Neither do I condemn you; go, and sin no more.”
I want to be known for the quality of my love more than anything else. If that means being misunderstood–as Jesus was–so be it. He was called a “glutton, wine-bibber, friend of sinners.”
Horrible, right? To be known as a friend of sinners? When was the last time that accusation was hurled at you (or me)?
That said, I’m also a contradiction: I’m too conservative for the liberal, progressive set (I steadfastly refuse to stop believing in a historical Adam and Eve), and I’m too liberal for the conservative crowd (I tend towards the Gap Theory and/or Day-Age creationism).
The point being that I don’t fit the mold of the traditional Fundamentalist, but I believe in the fundamentals.
How about you?