Do you remember how the geeky villain named Vizzini in The Princess Bride kept saying everything was inconceivable?
When Inigo spotted another boat catching up with them in the open sea, Vizzini said, “Inconceivable!”
When Westley was catching them as he climbed the rope on the Cliffs of Despair, Vizzini said, “Inconceivable!”
After they cut the rope and Westley continued climbing the cliffs, Vizzini said, “Inconceivable!”
Vizzini kept saying, “Inconceivable,” every other sentence, and every time he said it, the thing he thought was inconceivable happened anyway.
At one point, Inigo said to Vizzini, in that thick Spanish accent, “You keep saying that. I do not think that word means what you think it means.”
I love that line.
Whenever I think of how the Christian life that I live is not really the way a Christian life should be lived, I think of that line.
I’m not sure the word “Christian” means what we think it means.
Today, I’m thinking we live in denial of genuine Christianity most of the time. We keep using these Christian terms to describe stuff that barely, if at all, resembles what should be defined as genuine Christianity.
I’m not really intending to be terribly critical here. It’s just that I’ve been thinking of the aspects of Christianity which seem to be much deeper and more spiritual, even more radical, than anything my life resembles. I wonder if we, or maybe just I, have boiled the biblical Christianity of radical communion with Christ down to a few practical, comprehensive bullet points.
I think that we (or maybe just me) are so concerned about maintaining control in our lives and so afraid of just about everything, that we’ve gradually eliminated the life, the mysterious, the miraculous, the deep spiritual intimacy and passion, from our faith.
Is Christianity the equivalent of brushing my teeth, struggling to eat right, forcing myself to get some exercise, saying a prayer before a meal, maintaining my vehicles, demonstrating good moral values, being prudent with my finances, voting for the right candidate, and hanging on to church-initiated social activities and dead-end bible-study groups?
Can you imagine a Christianity that adequately reflects the true calling of an intimate walk with Christ?
I can imagine it. It is conceivable. I’m just having a hard time living it. You?
I’m almost sorry to bring it up, actually. I’m too exhausted from trying to hold my life together to even debate the point of what the word “Christian” means. If we could just skip all of that, and cut to the part about communing with Jesus and knowing him and being compelled by his love, I’d like that.
Today, I’m just hungry for his flesh, and thirsty for his blood; well . . . that is . . . unless that’s too radical.