Doubt
Everything is going strong. We have momentum. Success fires us up. Until events strike hard. Power slips away. I am alone.
Did we leave slavery only to wither in the desert heat? Where is God? Your presence is not felt. Even Moses slinks away from the general outrage. We look back with longing. Bondage had its certainties. Now nothing is clear except death. It was not supposed to be like this. Power was on our side. Pharaoh was brought low. Now thirst torments us, and we don’t know who we are.
What lasts? Whom do I trust? How deeply are we loved? The lessons of abandonment.
Peter was flush with faith. He had the keys. He was the rock. The map was at hand. He recited the call and knew Jesus by name. Then the map gets ripped away. Directions change and the stomach lurches. What do I know anyway?
In the midst of faith arises doubt. From doubt comes the possibility of love.
The map is bigger than all our dreams of freedom. Nothing real is missing for long.
Jeanne Schuler
We live in the city near the university with our three children, so work and family form almost a whole…but not a seamless whole. Family, faith, work, old neighborhoods, leftist (leftover) politics, and enough community are my measures of reality. Also, a good dog named Sid.
Scripture has depths missing from other forms of wisdom. This is closer to the ground we walk on.
