
Being a Christian is a lot like learning to swim. Bear with me here; I think it’s worth it.
Those of us who learned to swim early find it easy to forget how daunting it is. There’s a time when the possibility of drowning and losing one’s life is very very real, and getting in the water requires a great deal of courage. That’s what I’m talking about.
I’ve been teasing this analogy out for a while since I decided we needed to come up with a way of teaching what it’s like to be a Christian. What became obvious pretty early on is that it’s not simply a matter of downloading information to someone, and having them accept it. And so I came up with this: trying to become a Christian merely by learning facts is like trying to learn to swim without getting in the water. You can learn all the theory you want – you can be have complete mastery of the physics of buoyancy and propulsion – but if you never get in the water, if you do all of this sitting on the pool deck, then you can’t really say with any integrity that you know how to swim.
In the same way, you can be as well-versed as you like in theology, you can understand the dynamics of what a Christian life looks like and what a Christian believes, but if you never actually commit yourself to doing it, or to the relationship that it entails, you can never say with any integrity that you know what it is to be a Christian. And as a result, you can never say with any integrity that you tried it enough to say it works or it doesn’t.
Therefore it follows too that to teach it, you have to build into it the live of those who are learning – or better yet, have them build it into their lives. It’s been said that Christianity isn’t taught, it’s caught, but that’s not all – it’s lived. It’s a life rather than a way of thinking.
The analogy continues: there are those who think they can sit on the edge of the pool and dangle their toes in the water too. They have a sense of what water feels like on their body. But the truth is that they have never swum either.
A lot of people, I think, go to church, or try to be good, or do any number of “religious” activities, yet it means nothing much. They’ve only paddled around the edges, and barely had an inkling of what it was like to really live. But they don’t know that – how could they? – one can only know that from the perspective of the deep end.
Then there are those who are happy to get in the water, so long as they remain in the shallow end of the pool. You can fully immerse yourself there, admittedly, but your feet are still firmly planted on the pool floor. At any time, you can simply stand up again and rely entirely on yourself. And inevitably we do.
This is the way I see my faith for many years, and to an extent the Christianity of many who are still in church. You never actually need to rely on God, because you’re not prepared to risk it enough to do so for real. It’s an immersion in a way of life that never actually gets lived. There’s a degree of frustration to it – how I’d like to be able to swim like those people confidently – but I’m not prepared to let go of control enough to make that happen.
And then there are those who miraculously leave the comfort and familiarity of the shallow end, and risk their very lives by going where it seems illogical to go – the deep end, where there’s no safety net, nothing beneath my feet. It’s throwing yourself completely at the mercy of the water. But what you soon realise, if you are able to be patient and relax and not panic and thrash about, is that water has enough density to hold you up. It is actually possible to float there with minimal effort on your part. But it takes the courage to get there in the first place. It’s one thing to know the physics of that; it’s quite another entirely to experience it.
This, to me, is what Christianity is about. Going to the place it seems illogical to go – to relinquish control of one’s life, one’s destiny, and trust it to another, throwing oneself at the mercy of God. But what you soon realise is that it’s actually the only way to live. Of course, it takes courage to get to that point. And it’s one thing to believe in your head that trusting God completely is the way to go; it’s quite another entirely to experience it.
Of course, you can float in the shallow end too; but there you always know that you can put your feet down and rely on your own strength to save you. And that means you inevitably do exactly that. So in actual fact, counter-intuitively, it’s easier to simply float and only float in the deep end. Same with being a Christian; it’s easier to trust when you’re in over your head. When you have enough, and can rely on yourself or your own ability, you inevitably do. I think that’s (at least partly) what Jesus meant by “blessed are the poor, meek, etc.”.
I love this analogy of the deep end, or the deep water. It requires a massive amount of trust to go where you know you are in over your head. But it’s only in that situation where you’re risking it all that you are really in a position to trust completely. And it’s only when you’re in a position to trust another completely that you can let go of what’s not important, and really live.
The more I think about it, the more I wonder whether floating in the deep end should give way to drowning in this analogy, and new life. After all, the whole idea of baptism is immersion leading to the death of the old life, and the rising signifying the new. But that might be complicating things. So I’ll leave it as it is for the moment.
Understand I don’t necessarily see it as a progression – pool deck to the water’s edge to the shallow end to the deep end – or back again – but sometimes it might end up like that. Ideally it’s a bomb from the 10 metre board, but we’re not all that brave. Plus we all like to go back to the safety of the pool deck from time to time…and that’s where denial kicks in (cf last week).
Paul’s “message about the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God” is kind of spot on. There’s so much in the Bible about people who “get it” and people who don’t, about how some people live in darkness and some in light. And it never seems like that from the pool deck – it can’t be that much different, we think – I’ve been under a shower, I know what water feels like. But it actually is different – massively different – when your abilities are stripped bare and you rely entirely, completely, on God, in the deep end.
I’ve made a few forays out into the deep end – recently, even more so. Always in a moment of fear, I return to the shallow end. My hope is that I’ll spend more and more time out there until I get used to it. It probably won’t lose its scariness, the element of fear, but that’s the point isn’t it? – we’re not sustained by God for stuff we can handle on our own.
So it really is a case of jumping in with both feet or nothing at all. How very like me.