It's called by many names -- "The dark night of the soul," "A crisis of faith," "The terror." Each a cluster of words trying to express the horror of it all. More specifically, the horror that sometimes catches up with us, whispering everything we once believed is no longer the safety net we once counted on.
What triggers such a chaos of the mind...? Many things. The sudden death of a child [we are told a parent who lives to bury their child has lived too long]. Or the slow brutal death of a mate [we are told this loss is the highest on the human scale of suffering]. Or the total silence that comes back from our deepest prayer [we are told God answers every prayer, but sometimes the answer is "no"]
Every man, woman and child has met this moment. Now what to do?
What do we do when the prayers and vigils and clergy cannot undo this tragic moment? Cannot take away this bitter cup? Put simply, what do we do when the last threads of our over-stretched faith snap, and we are left to doubt? Doubt everything we once embraced?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind. Ever since Jesus lifted the sinking Peter from the waters in which his doubts were consuming him, the answer has been so very basic we often miss it.
Faith and doubt not only can but must co-exist. Actually, it takes doubt to have faith, for what is faith but the conviction your doubt can still be true. Just as Spring is after every Winter....
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