At first I thought I might write my own blogpost along these lines lines; but I couldn’t think of a better way to say t, so… here.
I live just down the street from a very conservative Southern Baptist seminary.
I often sit at the nearby coffee shop and just observe people, listening as the conversations waft in and out of earshot. (Okay, so technically it’s eavesdropping but I’m currently repenting of it.)
Today as I walked up the sidewalk I could hear a man probably fifteen to twenty years younger than me at an outdoor table, lecturing two other people about God and heresy and “Truth”.
I sat and sort of marveled at him. He was so confident in his youth; so sure of himself, so authoritative, so ready with answers, his theology so fixed and unwavering.
(He reminded me a lot of someone.)
I remember that place well. Sometimes I really miss it.
Life was so much easier then, yet it’s a place I’m glad I no longer live.
I feel more vulnerable here. The lack of certainty is…
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