
There are certain scenarios that eat away at my mind. Eroding a groove into the recesses of my memory. One such distinct memory came as a result of a conversation had with a friend at Grace. We were in our freshman or sophomore year, sitting and enjoying the other's company. I, in my naive and ignorant bliss, and my friend sitting in confusion and doubt, went down a road of discussion having to do with questions.
Our professors in the Bible department were starting to have us consider that maybe us womb to tomb Christians needed a serious wake up, calling into question our motives for accepting Christ into our lives and asking us if we really believed what claimed.
My friend, who was not a born and bred Christian doctrine fed like many at our institution of higher learning, was commenting on her journey of questioning her faith. However, as she was talking to me, I noticed she was having a hard time being open. Until finally she said,
"Haven't you ever questioned what you believe is true?"
After looking at her a moment in somewhat disbelief, I responded piously,
"No."
After this conversation I realized my friend was a point in her journey that I was no where close to reaching. And from where I sat then, it seemed that she had a long way to catch up to where I was at. Little did I know that it was I who had the catching up to do.
Our professors in the Bible department were starting to have us consider that maybe us womb to tomb Christians needed a serious wake up, calling into question our motives for accepting Christ into our lives and asking us if we really believed what claimed.
My friend, who was not a born and bred Christian doctrine fed like many at our institution of higher learning, was commenting on her journey of questioning her faith. However, as she was talking to me, I noticed she was having a hard time being open. Until finally she said,
"Haven't you ever questioned what you believe is true?"
After looking at her a moment in somewhat disbelief, I responded piously,
"No."
After this conversation I realized my friend was a point in her journey that I was no where close to reaching. And from where I sat then, it seemed that she had a long way to catch up to where I was at. Little did I know that it was I who had the catching up to do.
Five years have passed since that conversation, and yet it still wears on my mind. Because now I realize how important of a role questions play in life. It is in questioning what we believe we see how strong of a conviction we hold. It is in questioning our actions that our character is revealed. It is in questioning our abilities that allows for growth to take place.
As I continue to read David Kinnman's book, UnChristian, I see that my former way of thinking, that questioning is a useless exercises that leads to "leaving the fold", is one of the primary reasons why people in today's society are so unattracted to Christ. In the fourth chapter, David explains how important it is for Christians to be willing to engage in questioning and thinking about faith. To not become lazy and merely accept things at face value and then expect others to do the same.
A questioning mind is an open mind. Open to new possibilities, open to change, open to others. A questioning mind is a discerning mind. Active and engaging in dialogue with others to stretch and grow itself. This is the kind of mind I am trying to cultivate, so that some day, I may reach the point my friend did those many years ago.