Yesterday, Chris accused me of being in sales. He said
What are you selling? Who knows? Jon sells religion (though I’m sure he’d prefer I not call it sales).
The funny thing is, I’m more bothered by the idea that what I’m selling is religion than the idea that I am selling.
Part of what makes me comfortable with what Chris wrote yesterday, is a statement in a book that was open on my desk when I read Chris’ post. I know. It should be the Bible. But it’s actually Hugh MacLeod’s Evil Plans: Having Fun on the Road to World Domination (affiliate link). On page 12 Hugh writes,
“The market for something to believe in is infinite. We are here to find meaning. We are here to help other people do the same. Everything else is secondary.”
As much as I hate “doing sales”, I have to be honest with myself and acknowledge that my hate is rooted in selling fundraising stuff when I was in middle school and high school. The idea of trying to talk people into giving me money for something they could buy at half the price at a store always made be cringe.
But then I think about Chris and Hugh … and Paul.
Paul stood in Athens. He was talking about Jesus and resurrection. Some philosophers said, “Interesting. We’re not sure we agree, but come to TEDxFirstCentury and talk to us.” So Paul did:
Men of Athens, I notice that you are very religious in every way, for as I was walking along I saw your many shrines. And one of your altars had this inscription on it: ‘To an Unknown God.’ This God, whom you worship without knowing, is the one I’m telling you about.
So maybe I am selling. Something to believe in. Or someone.