Every Friday evening here at Bastrop Federal Satellite Camp is Bad Christian Movie Night. I had no clue until I came here that there were so many films in this presumably well intentioned, but miserable, genre. Thankfully, we recently broke that mold by showing The Shack. The movie was so good, it was shown two more times to full chapel audiences. The movie follows closely the book by the same name written by William Paul Young. I read it when it was first published and was inspired to study, think, and learn more about the Trinity, which is a major theme of the book. 'Inspired' may be too strong a word, because I never participated in any of those worthwhile endeavors as I soon forgot all about the book. I won't be a spoiler about the book or the movie, but if you have ever wondered about God, Jesus and/or the Holy Spirit, the themes expressed in The Shack can't be ignored.

The German theologian Karl Rahner made a perceptive statement about the Trinity when he wrote that Christians "must be willing to admit that should the doctrine of the Trinity have to be dropped as false, the major part of religious literature could well remain unchanged." [1] The same would certainly be true for what most Christians hear in church. I don't believe I'm an anomaly when I admit that what I believe about the doctrine of the Trinity has almost no impact on how I practice my faith. That's just wrong, but it's about to change.

I just started reading The Divine Dance by Richard Rohr with Mike Morrell (I have no idea what 'with' means in authorship. Was Morrell simply in the room? Obviously 'with' is less than 'and', but I wonder about such things). They believe that "whatever is going on in God is a flow, a radical relatedness, a perfect communion between Three--a circle dance of love. And God is not just a dancer; God is the dance itself." William Paul Young would certainly agree. I think I agree too, as I'm convinced there is an undeniable relational aspect to all of creation that is the essence of God. This is true whether we view the universe through a microscope, a telescope, or with just bifocals. Now in an uncharacteristic moment of vulnerable self-disclosure, I must, as a Recovering Baptist, embarrassingly admit that sometimes, late at night, when it's just me, I might think about...dancing.

[1] Karl Rahner, The Trinity (Crossroad Publishing Company: 1999), 10-11.