On the Other Hand ...
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a piece for our church website on Disappointed Christians --believers who had lost their faith. I thought I was writing for those other poor souls who had strayed from the path. Turns out, it was for me. In just a few days, I was contemplating driving my car into a tree, just to ease the desperation I felt. That thought passed, but I found myself considering other, less violent options. Pills? Carbon monoxide? My cowardice ultimately won the day. Besides, what if the Catholics were right, and committing the sin of self-murder left no possibility for penance or forgiveness? I was going to throw away everything God had done for me and in me, just because things were tough? I also know what it's like to pick up the pieces after a family member commits suicide. No way I could inflict that on my loved ones. Alright, but I'm definitely quitting Christianity. No more church, no prayer, no Bible reading. It's all pointless! I'm just goi...