“There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds”.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
During my first go-round with Christianity,
everything was mediated through this narrow window:
“This is good, that is bad”.
Two wings of a conjoined umbrella under which to sort everything
Including one’s self.
Soon my body was bad
My mind followed suit.
Eventually I discovered that my heart too was “deceitful above all things”.
But then something unexpected happened.
Some force much more powerful than my body, mind, and heart rebelled ferociously inside me.
It screamed with rage and indignation, and demanded of me that I set it free.