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A Journey of Faith
A personal journey that never ends.
I belong to a good church, a really good church. We’ve been there for almost thirteen years, raised our boys there, we participate in choir and many committees. I even worked there for a year as the Office Administrator. Our church welcomes all, with no agenda. Every Sunday morning, our pastor always opens the service by stating that all are welcome, “if you know all about God or, like me, you’re still figuring God out.” (Slightly paraphrased.) I fall into the latter category, I have for a long time now. I love that he says that, it makes me feel like I’m not quite so hopeless at this faith thing.
My faith journey has not gone in a straight line, nor anything even close to resembling a straight line. This is unnerving to me in a number of ways. Those who know me know that I would rather skip the journey, the shorter the better. I want to get to the destination in the fastest, most direct way possible. I’d rather fly for two hours than drive for fifteen. Yes, yes, I know that the journey is where you learn things, where you do the work. Journeys can be good and there are sometimes unexpectedly cool discoveries along the way, but there’s always some sort of headache, whether it’s a physical journey or a spiritual one. Flat tires, short tempers, traffic jams, and getting lost are common on road trips. Loss of faith, confusion, anger, and hopelessness…
