The Conditions of Will

by Jessa Hastings

It took me a long time to realize that something doesn’t have to always feel wrong to be wrong.

But elastic wears over time. It stretches more, gets thinner, loses its shape. Even when you want it to snap back to what it was, it doesn’t always work like that.

I think the only thing that qualifies you to talk about the gospel is admitting you need it.

I understand now that I’m older that it takes a true and deep faith in God to feel comfortable enough to ask and be asked such questions, but I don’t think many people like the depths.

I think he probably is all good, all the time, but I think good is probably just a vaster, more nuanced construct than we grew up believing it to be.

I get the distinct feeling that maybe he is the adult version of a nightlight. At least, that’s what he’s becoming to me.