I grew up in a very particular Christian environment which vilified active doubting—where I grew up, doubt meant one of two things; either you were allowing your mind to be polluted by the filth of the world and its evil skepticism, *or* you weren’t “truly saved” and needed to be delivered that ‘blessed assurance’ which was, I was taught, the privilege of the elect.
I am free at last of this unbearable burden of assurance!
My mind is voracious and curious, and I naturally seek to understand my environment, other people, and the mysteries of life. I study my surroundings, and questions arise. This is not a threat to me—this is just the reality of human existence.
Suffering and trauma need to be worked through, and during that process, questions and ideas arise which sometimes make faith and belief difficult. This is not a threat to me—this is just the reality of human existence.
Recovering from fundamentalism is a long and arduous journey. On the road, questions and ideas arise which sometimes make faith and belief difficult. This is not a threat to me—this is just the reality of human existence.
Assurance, which comes and goes with the wind, is not my burden to bear; realizing this has brought me great freedom. I am happy to float in the ocean of God’s mercy, with no need to discover and delineate its borders. I hope it is deep and wide enough for the whole world.