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Kathleen Palmer's avatar

Thanks for this. I used to find great comfort in knowing—in being surrounded by people who had the Truth all wrapped up. There was real safety in that camaraderie, and I can’t pretend I was anything less than a willing participant. I’ve left that circle of confidence and stepped into something far less comfortable. I’m not anchored anymore. I feel genuinely adrift. But I’m starting to suspect that this unsettled place may be closer to God than the “knowledge” I once threw around like a velvet-covered brick. If I’m sure about anything these days, it’s how much I really don’t know. I don’t love that. It’s disorienting and humbling and pretty unsettling. But it does feel more honest. And I don’t have to defend what I don’t know. That part’s a relief.

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Jolene's avatar

Nothing has stalled my faith journey more than the times I had Big Epiphanies. I don't want to diminish the impact of these realizations, but they have a tendency to make me want to stay there. Nothing gets in the way of your next experience of God like the last experience of God. Sigh.

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