Before I write anything else, I have to say that I am absolutely enamored with David Cook. If you don’t get it, listen to this song! Unfortunately, it cuts out early at the 3 minute mark even though the song is 3:54. Sorry about that, it couldn’t be helped.
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Now. I think I’m schizo. I don’t mean to make light of people who truly have the disease, but I swear that something is wrong with me.
I had coffee (well I watched her drink coffee) with a good friend of mine tonight. It’s so easy to talk to her. And she’s convinced that most of my problems in life stem from self-hatred. Even my faith wishy-washiness.
And my faith is… wishy-washy. I vocalized something this week at Common Ground that I’ve been afraid to say, especially here.
My faith isn’t real. My faith is a series of actions that I do because people are watching me.
I know what you’re thinking. Not again! And no, not again. Still.
One thing my friend said to me tonight was that I shouldn’t disregard God and Jesus just because of all the things “God’s people” do. My response to her was that I’m not trying to disregard them, I finally trying to not disregard all of the stuff I’ve been taught to disregard.
When I made my choice for faith, I began going through the motions. I’ve walked the walk and talked the talk. But God, to me, is a giant void. I don’t feel God. I haven’t in a very long time. And that makes me ask if He’s there.
I know He’s there for some people. It’s evident that He’s all over my friend. But what if it’s okay that He’s not there for me? What if it doesn’t matter? What if her God is her God, and my God is… nothing?
Can I live with that? Yes, I think I can. The question is, can my friends and family live with that?
And… am I ever going to stop this going back and forth between faith and no faith?