A lot of Christians, I think, commit the terrible crime of mistaking their faith to be some dead truths: hard propositions, rigid moral laws, anything lifeless. Even the biblical inerrancy debate is about boring dates and brute facts. It’s as if whenever people talk about their faith, they must find the strictly right things to say. They own that beautiful Christian faith but cannot see its beauty, that it has room (a lot of room) for imagination, romance, and the art of exciting story telling (and, of course, the art of living that story).
The beauty lies in that its Scripture is a piece of lively literature. You’ll find that you cannot find brute facts in it, but only tales, psalms, allegories, and highly personal letters. The Truth lies in these literary devices, not boring, liveless, statements, as you would find in textbooks (yawn). The facts are there in Scripture, for sure, but they are only ingredients which are not meant to be served on the table rawly, of course, especially when you have a good chef!
When you talk about your faith, it is as if you are joining a two-thousand-year-old dialogue, full of life and new possibilities that you don’t know what will come next. It is like a joining a choir that have sung for thousands of years. There is a song to sing, but you can always add your voice to enrich it. It’s called Theology.
Even the Apostles Creed is meant to be a lively confession of a millenia-old community. The Creed has a story-line, for those who are artistic enough to notice. It even has a twist of plot. A person repeats the story just before he holds his breath to be immersed in the baptismal water, remembering the promise of salvation as he is going to die with Christ and being raised again.
A Christian should always love God, and his Christianity that, unlike other faiths, simply refuses to be killed by livelessness.