Guest post by Paige Eve Chant
I am not the kind of Christian my parents wanted me to be. Case in point: I rarely call myself a Christian in public. These days it seems more of a political statement than I’d like it to be—and often not one I’d care to make.
I just don’t want the ordeal.
Any faith I could be said to have is troubled by doubt, such that most days I do not know where one ends and the other begins. This is not a new problem for me and hardly unique. It is not even, when you come down to it, a problem. It is simply the way of things.
Most days I feel I am a terrible Christian. And most days that’s exactly what I am. [Read more...]