The past few weeks–months, really–I’ve been struggling with my faith for various reasons from various sources.
Is this Christianity stuff really real? I mean I know there’s a god, there has to be, but is the Bible true, and is what I believe about God accurate?
It’s been dreadful, to be blunt. I’m not one to shy away from tough questions. I ask them and ponder them. And it’s hard. There are a lot of things that don’t make sense, things I just don’t get.
But there comes a time, I’m learning, to set the questions aside and believe.
One morning as I was struggling with these sorts of doubting, questioning thoughts (in bed–it starts there and rarely quits till after I fall asleep in the evening.) I looked down from my bunk bed and saw this paper on the floor. It was from a sermon our pastor did… one of my siblings was “volunteered” to hold it up. I have no idea why it was there, though.
I looked at it and realized I didn’t know, just then, where I stood. I was stuck somewhere in the misty lowlands.
I knew I had to choose. One can’t stay there forever. So, I did. And I can now say, with the hymn…
On Christ the solid Rock I stand/all other ground is sinking sand.