Envisioning the World as a Gift

It took a long time to admit, but the way I once imagined faith was far too narrow for the kind of life it was meant to hold. For so long, I thought faith was about belief — about collecting the right ideas, stacking up the correct answers, nodding in agreement to the doctrines that drew the boundary lines of who was in and who was out. It felt like building a fortress of thought, stone upon stone, hoping it would be strong enough to withstand every question, every doubt, every whisper that mayb...