"Some days I am not sure if my faith is riddled with doubt or whether, graciously, my doubt is riddled with faith. And yet I continue to live in a world the way a religious person lives in the world; I keep living in a world that I know to be enchanted, and not left alone. I doubt; I am uncertain; I am restless, prone to wander. And yet glimmers of holy keep interrupting my gaze."
- Lauren F. Winner, Still: Notes on a Mid-Faith Crisis
I remember the first time I encountered these words. I was emailing back and forth with an acquaintance, when I noticed that first sentence pasted into the bottom of her signature. Within a few days, I had purchased and was pouring over the book, which documents Winner's struggles with faith in the wake of her mother's death and her own divorce. Nearly two years later, her words continue to have meaning for me, and I return to them again and again in my own enchanted restlessness.
I'm over at the Story Sessions blog today getting lit majory for the Words that Work series. You can read the rest here...