Choosing what to believe can be one of the most painful of mortal exercises. Yet, struggling with that choice gives birth to divine connection and unmeasurable joy.
A certain comfort exists when belief is inherited. The assurance of a parent, a trusted friend, or a cherished mentor goes a long way in making us feel good about our beliefs.
Yet, borrowed belief is fragile.
The investment in choosing our beliefs is expensive. Asking questions is hard and, in moments of challenge, often painful. The beauty of choosing what to believe is in reflection, seeking truth, and realizing that more questions may be necessary.
Questions should never be feared. The empty silence resulting from no questions is the real enemy.
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A very thought provoking post that I also just shared w a friend. Thank you.
Richard Johnson
Thank you, Richard! Happy New Year!
Hi Joey – I grew up with you and Carl at Broadway. I enjoy reading your blog – it’s so encouraging. It warms my heart and strengthens my faith to know that many I grew up with remain faithful Christians.
Hi, Jan! So good to hear from you. I remember you and those days at Broadway well. I hope that you are doing well. Blessings! And Happy New Year!