Beyond my wants, beyond my fears
There’s something that speaks to me about this article. Maybe not to people whose faith never wavers. Or who don’t spend their entire lives around active atheists or lapsed believers. I wish I were one of those people.
I struggle against doubt all of the time, wondering if what I’m doing is even sensible. I was happier without faith in a way.
Before I converted to Christianity, I had a rather absurd, but probably not atypical relationship with my skepticism: On the one hand I embraced it unreservedly with my intellect, while on the other I had an intense romantic yearning for there to be something more to the universe than simply minds and matter.
Sometimes the best choice in my life has been the one that I know intellectually is wrong.
