Much of my early life was formed by fear. I was fearful of so many things — storms, wildlife, unrequited friendships, death. As I grew older and my basic grasp of Christianity slightly deepened, fear of storms was overcome by fear of hell. It’s interesting the things we retain as children — not necessarily taught, but absorbed into our still-developing brains. My childish theology simplified everything: Heaven was for the good people, Hell was for the bad. But … was I good enough? Sure, I knew the trope: salvation by faith alone. But was my faith enough? It didn’t feel like it.
‘Unforced Rhythms of Grace’
‘Unforced Rhythms of Grace’
‘Unforced Rhythms of Grace’
Much of my early life was formed by fear. I was fearful of so many things — storms, wildlife, unrequited friendships, death. As I grew older and my basic grasp of Christianity slightly deepened, fear of storms was overcome by fear of hell. It’s interesting the things we retain as children — not necessarily taught, but absorbed into our still-developing brains. My childish theology simplified everything: Heaven was for the good people, Hell was for the bad. But … was I good enough? Sure, I knew the trope: salvation by faith alone. But was my faith enough? It didn’t feel like it.