Living in the tension of a developing faith is not easy. If a faith is not developing than it is already cut off. A handful of simple convictions launches us into journey. The rest we have to discover, break, stitch, patch, heal, and make our own. Jesus is in all of it, somehow. The God searched for and sought after is glorified in the searching and seeking.
I have discovered, broken, stitched, and healed as my spirit-laden journey carried me to this moment. Do I have it figured out? No! I’m not even close. I do know where I best fit now and it took me some time to own this expression. It sure was messy too! I have not arrived either. In fact, I may just be beginning. After all, there’s so much mystery to explore. Now that I have embraced this mystery, perhaps my journey will be even more wild … yet oddly comfortable.
I’m sure this spiritual journey of mine would have been much simpler if it were born in an age wherein there was less information. Yes, I’m thinking the modern age - rather than this postmodern one - would have been far easier. I’m so thankful for my journey. I’m thankful that it’s not over; I’ll be continuing this journey for the rest of this life. It has not been pretty to this point. In fact, it has been beautifully messy. I’m sure it’ll continue to be! Hallelujah!
I’m curious: what was your spiritual journey like, to this point? Is it a tad messy, like mine, or has it been steadily fixed and neat?