Holy Saturday 2020 Thoughts
As a poet, I understand that the goal of writing is to tinker with viewpoints, to present things in a particular way. As knowing subjects, we all experience reality more or less differently, and the poet utilizes this truth to create new avenues of experience. And this doesn’t have to be a threatening, dangerous, or evil thing. After all, there’s more than one way to skin a cat, i.e., there’s more than one way to solve a problem. The fact that you can solve a problem does not hinge upon there being only one way to solve it. The only problems that have one unique solution are in pure mathematics—and even those have proofs that can be said in different ways. You might point out that if a problem can be solved, then in a more abstract sense there is only one way, of sorts; this is a rather keen insight and is really better suited with more delicate language, like, “There is only one set of ways that a problem can be solved.” I would go so far to say as this is where Christianity has really missed the boat. Rather, it’s not so much that the Christians have missed the boat, it’s that there is a ferry that takes people on the hour, every hour, and the Christians are standing by the lines of travellers waiting to board, preaching to them, “All of you need to use my ticket to get on. Our Lord has indeed spoken, ‘All must have a ticket to board the ship. Behold, I leave ye, my disciples, the ticket to heaven: I am the ticket of life.’ Repent, and use this ticket!” And the Christians are wagging their tickets at the passengers, even though most of them already have one in their pocket.
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