My husband and I were discussing the sermon at today's Methodizt seveice. I knew as I was listening to it that it was right up my alley. The biggest conceprt that I took away from it was that my doubs about faith did not suggest that my faith was in question, but that my doubts were more about the beliefs I held or was taught that I'm now questioning.
I'm doing a terrible job of explaining this. To be honest, I don't like to talk about my faith much because the words that I can muster are so weak and inadequate to describe the majesty and vastness of God.
I'm also having a very ddifficult time writing this. My daughter came to me with a question. The phone rang. And now the dog wants to go out. And same daughter is hounding me again. I've had to switch my brain-gears too many times.
So, back to the sermon. I found it a relief. I've often worried that my questioning indicated a lack of faith, but my faith, I believe is firm. Rock solid. Constant, yet changing. The wind is a great analogy to faith. The wind is always there, but it changes direction, intensity, composition (humid or dry), etc. But it is always the same wind that blows.
I need to stop; family calls. 1:27 PM