We're enjoined to a personal relationship with Christ, and things go horribly wrong, and He's not there.
What do you do, when faith seems ephemeral?
I don't know what to tell you. I can only describe what I do.
- I remind myelf the the factual basis of Christianity; the independently verified existence of Jesus, the willingness of the Apostles to face death in spreading the Gospel (they would not have done this for a known or strongly suspected lie), the complexity of Creation that defies a random start to existence, and the call within me to do things that are contrary to animal-nature.
- I remind myself that the human heart is an inconstant thing, feelings are fleeting, and that feelings are a large part of faith.
- I remind myself that it's OK to not be OK, and to hold on...that things will change.
And that, really, is enough.
I'm searching for You everywhere,
but I am fogbound, cast adrift;
can it be that You no longer care,
and that I shall forever be bereft?
Once upon a golden starlit time
I felt my safety in Your hands,
but I have come into a hellish clime,
alone in sulphurous fire-lands.
Comes a voice beside my ear,
a voice so still and small
that I must lean toward, in fear
that, fading, it can't be heard at all.
"Hold fast, although the night has come;
there will be morning, and the Son."
Music from Mr. Mister, with Kyrie.
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