Part of me – or let me risk being presumptuous here and say: part of us – wants to distance ourselves from faith because so many screwed-up and hateful things have been done in the name of God.
God doesn’t fear our questions, and neither should we. But those questions should lead to studying, our studying to pondering, and then our pondering to prayer.
Does God exist?
Michael Peligro, CC BY-ND
Robert H. Nelson, University of Maryland
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The end of the story is that I escaped my mental jail cell without losing my faith. But it wasn’t immediate or simple. It was a complicated process that involved trauma, unconventional theology classes, and listening to the unexpected, still, small voice of the Holy Spirit.
By reciting the words, “Lord Jesus, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner,” I am taken deeper in my connection with the Master of the Universe; I enter into the place of God through Christ Jesus, and find the God of love.