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A Creed for Non-Credal Christians

I believe in ONE:   
whose name is unknown, 
whose qualities are innumerable,         
whose love is inexhaustible;   
beyond beginnings and endings, 
the source of every blessing,      
our eternal home.

I strive to follow JESUS, 

a mysterious Jew, the embodiment of ONE;      
He sought not fame, but brought good news,
         humbling the powerful, rallying the weak,
             reestablishing for all a kinship of the divine.  
Faithful to his calling, he died on a cross, 
      reversing its power irreversibly; 
         arisen inexplicably, he invited his followers,
            and invites all, even still, without pretense or coercion,
               to lives of self-sacrificing love.

I trust in the SPIRIT:   
whose holiness is complete and flawless,      
whose comings and goings cannot be restrained, 
         not by my tradition nor by any other,            
who speaks all languages 
   and understands sighs too deep for words;   
whose realm is both seen and unseen,      
whose power is always accessible,         
in whom all things are possible.

I hope the CHURCH may some day:   

fulfill the promise of this ONE;      
present this JESUS to all;         
live by this SPIRIT.

I believe, I strive, I trust, I hope.

I have tried to do otherwise, but cannot keep myself from it.
I believe, I strive, I trust, I hope.



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