On Faith and Doubt

"With practice we discover that there are a number of doubters within ourselves, and they are different. To our astonishment we realize that some of them are allies and friends on the journey of faith, not blasphemous enemies. 
Sometimes in the climate of prayer we discover that certain doubts are like angels, agents of the Spirit of Truth, who are struggling to strip away from us superstitious and immature beliefs. 
'Doubting the divinity of Christ' for a time may be the only way the Spirit of Christ can get us to start again from scratch and believe in his total humanity.

 The divine Christ of many people's conventional faith is a fiction, a demigod, not the man who is the Word made flesh.
 Doubts about doctrines and moral rules may be the only way the Spirit of Truth can get us to move from accepting Christianity at second hand, to appropriating it for ourselves in the light of our own experience and questions.
 The Spirit can work better with us even if our faith is stripped right down for a time, than if we are cocooned in a complacent religiosity which we are not prepared to have disturbed."

Above extract is from Smith, Martin L.
A Season for the Spirit: Readings for the Days of Lent. Boston: Cowley, 1991. 124.
                                                          Sculpture by Stephen de Saebler

I beg you…. to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart
and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or
books written in a very foriegn language. 

Don’t search for the answers which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them.
And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now.

Perhaps the someday far in the future you will gradually, without ever
noticing it, live your way into the future.

Rainer Maria Rilke

 Image above from here Old SkoolDave

I am not alone

The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!

The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea.
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone!

The world, it is deserted.
All flesh is sad you see.
But I, the one who hugs you,
I am not alone
 Gabriela Mistral 

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