Is this you John? Just make sure I’m talking to the right John here.” I was told by the Catholic clergy that people loved one another, as our car rolled past homeless people on the way to the convent.. I was also informed that God loved us and that if we wanted Hid help all we had to was ask…mmmmm! I tried to ask His help one day when the local bully took my new bike for a ride.. but somehow He never showed up… Mmmmm? Must have prayed to the wrong Guy…”
Problems in life is that I have doubts as to the wisdom of our elders, and thus shy away from religious tenets. The author of the above is indeed me, but I’ m always open to be enlightened
Doubt is the beginning of wisdom, John — not its enemy. The ones who never question, never wonder, never wrestle with what they were handed... they aren't wise. They're just obedient.
It’s not wrong to hold suspicion toward the elders who preached one thing and practiced another. It’s not wrong to hesitate before bowing to the idols built by broken hands.
The fire that tests gold first feels like destruction. But sometimes it’s the only way the gold is ever found.
I don’t speak from a pulpit. Just a battered place down here with the rest of us — where questions are sacred, and certainty is earned, not inherited.
We don’t have to know everything to know when a new wind is rising. And if you feel it too, even faintly, you're already more awake than you realize.
Doubt is the beginning of wisdom, John — not its enemy. The ones who never question, never wonder, never wrestle with what they were handed... they aren't wise. They're just obedient.
It’s not wrong to hold suspicion toward the elders who preached one thing and practiced another. It’s not wrong to hesitate before bowing to the idols built by broken hands.
The fire that tests gold first feels like destruction. But sometimes it’s the only way the gold is ever found.
I don’t speak from a pulpit. Just a battered place down here with the rest of us, where questions are sacred, and certainty is earned, not inherited.
We don’t have to know everything to know when a new wind is rising. If you feel it too, even faintly, you're already more awake than you realize.
God is a male according to your descriptions. …. He ??? Who would have thought God would choose to be a male? Patriarchy at work in heaven ???
Is this you John? Just make sure I’m talking to the right John here.” I was told by the Catholic clergy that people loved one another, as our car rolled past homeless people on the way to the convent.. I was also informed that God loved us and that if we wanted Hid help all we had to was ask…mmmmm! I tried to ask His help one day when the local bully took my new bike for a ride.. but somehow He never showed up… Mmmmm? Must have prayed to the wrong Guy…”
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Problems in life is that I have doubts as to the wisdom of our elders, and thus shy away from religious tenets. The author of the above is indeed me, but I’ m always open to be enlightened
Doubt is the beginning of wisdom, John — not its enemy. The ones who never question, never wonder, never wrestle with what they were handed... they aren't wise. They're just obedient.
It’s not wrong to hold suspicion toward the elders who preached one thing and practiced another. It’s not wrong to hesitate before bowing to the idols built by broken hands.
The fire that tests gold first feels like destruction. But sometimes it’s the only way the gold is ever found.
I don’t speak from a pulpit. Just a battered place down here with the rest of us — where questions are sacred, and certainty is earned, not inherited.
We don’t have to know everything to know when a new wind is rising. And if you feel it too, even faintly, you're already more awake than you realize.
Doubt is the beginning of wisdom, John — not its enemy. The ones who never question, never wonder, never wrestle with what they were handed... they aren't wise. They're just obedient.
It’s not wrong to hold suspicion toward the elders who preached one thing and practiced another. It’s not wrong to hesitate before bowing to the idols built by broken hands.
The fire that tests gold first feels like destruction. But sometimes it’s the only way the gold is ever found.
I don’t speak from a pulpit. Just a battered place down here with the rest of us, where questions are sacred, and certainty is earned, not inherited.
We don’t have to know everything to know when a new wind is rising. If you feel it too, even faintly, you're already more awake than you realize.