In the last few months I have been torn between faith and doubt, belief and unbelief. I have been inhabiting a world of strange polarities. All or nothing.
I have read several serious books on the question of faith in general and Christianity in particular.
Bart Ehrman's books, "God's Problem" and "Jesus, Interrupted" have highlighted the differences in the various Biblical author's approach to the problem of suffering and the many different possible interpretations of the significance of Jesus' life and ministry.
I read Robert M Price's amusingly titled "The Incredible Shrinking Son of Man" as well as "Why I Became An Atheist" by John Loftus. I read, "What is the Point of Being a Christian?" by prominent Roman Catholic Dominican, Timothy Radcliffe, and then followed up by meeting with him in Oxford and talking about life and meaning over a couple of pints, an encounter facilitated by my dad, an Anglican priest...
I oscillate between shaky unbelief and tentative belief. I wrestle with questions of meaning and find no conclusive hook on which to hang my coat. No sooner have I taken root in a godless universe when suddenly a sense of eternity consumes me and calls me beyond myself.
On with the journey...
