Perhaps faith is not supposed to be certainty.
Perhaps faith is the willingness to walk forward while admitting that we may not understand everything.
I am less interested in certainty these days. Not because I have less faith.
More because I have more respect for how difficult understanding really is.
Languages evolve.
Cultures disappear.
Words change meaning.
Stories are translated.
Metaphors become rules.
Poetry becomes law.
And somewhere in the middle of all that, human beings convince themselves that they know exactly what God meant.
Because if an infinite being truly exists, I would guess the appropriate response is not:
“I know exactly what He wants.”
But rather:
“I am doing my best to understand.”
One starts arguments.
The other starts conversations.
