I wrote some bits and pieces of a spiritual autobiography, recently. I found myself wondering about the facts that I got wrong.
I am not a detail guy. There are probably a good number of things that I did.
I thought about it a while. I began to suspect that I didn’t much care about that.
I thought about it for a while, and I began to think I did care, again. But for a completely different reason.
I don’t want to know about what facts I got wrong because I want to correct them. I want to know about them because these might be the most interesting things in my writing… It is worth wondering: those things I remembered wrong, why did I remember them wrong?
The stories we have of Jesus, these are spiritual autobiographies, too. I believe that the things that are reported actually happened… But I suspect it doesn’t actually matter if they did.
Story is more important fact. The subjective impact is more relevant than the objective reality. I know that there are dangerous rabbit holes that we can fall into when we begin down this path… and yet I also suspect that Alice would tell us that sometimes we have to go down the rabbit hole, in order to understand what is really there.