Without giving too much away, a certain funny guy in the Lego movie, who also plays the role of a certain news anchor in another movie, is cast as a disgruntled dad who can’t handle the idea that his son plays with Lego outside its intended use.
In efforts to calm his son’s unreasonable love for toys, this dad begins to super glue every Lego block together, piece-by-piece, in the exact position the instructions suggest, so no block can be misplaced or misused ever again.
When I first encountered Jesus and began to really read the Bible for myself in college I began to see that many things I had learned in my specific faith tradition growing up were wrong.
Being a younger Christian, my passion for God’s Word became misdirected and I promised myself I’d never allow myself to be wrong again. I began to pride myself in reading and gaining knowledge, searching the scriptures for God and all the while missing the one who it all pointed to, until a series of tragedies shook my beliefs to the core.
I began to question everything I had learned and read. I stopped reading books. The letters on the page became foreign symbols, communicating an irrelevant idea. My prayers went from consistent to scattered to confused yells at a God who seemed more like an abusive dad who super glued walls together to make it impossible to touch him.
All the things I’d known and studied, the framework and theology I claimed was so solid began to slowly crumble around me, like it was built out of Lego bricks.