Recent comments by presidential hopeful Michele Bachmann have stirred up the discussion about gay marriage once again. While speaking to a group of high school…
Dear friend,
You possess a rock-solid certainty of the truth and accuracy of your faith. This is a gift. Did you know that? Certainty is not a universal thing.
I long for it. But, at least for now, I don’t have it.
Sometimes I think you fail to understand that about those of us who are less certain.
I often wonder if you think doubters want to doubt, that we like this uncertain world and make a conscious choice to stay there.
Is this why you declare your answers to my questions as though pummeling them into me with a sledgehammer? It’s as if you think that saying it hard enough or often enough will transform doubt into certainty.
Sometimes when you speak about doubt, it sounds like you think doubt is contagious. And not only contagious but deadly. Like you think it must be isolated at minimum and ideally, destroyed.
I may not know for certain what God has said on certain issues, but I know this. You have never doubted. If you had, you would know better.
You would know that it doesn’t work that way.
It isn’t that easy.
If only it were that easy.
For those of us who wrestle with doubt, your confident faith is like a lush amusement park in the middle of the Nevada desert. Inside, everyone is smiling, riding, eating, splashing in refreshing water fountains, having fun.
I am stuck on the outside. I want the carefree joy I see on your face. I’m parched, starving, my skin is burned and cracking from the sun and the heat.
But I can’t find the way in.
I stagger along the perimeter, searching for a way in. Hope rises as I spot something… I’ve finally found it!… only to be shattered again … it’s a mirage dissolving into dust. Or a new question sends me on another detour…. waaaaay out into the desert.
Do you get it?
When you scold or rebuke or pound on me for doubting, it’s like you’re yelling “Why aren’t you in here, you stupid person? GET IN HERE.”
But you don’t tell me how.
That doesn’t work, does it?
I need directions, a map, the secret word, a key, the keypad code, something that will lead me to the gate and, at long last, gain me entry.
I want to get in. I want that confidence and peace that you have.
I just haven’t found it yet.



Because you didn’t close your letter with a name I’ll assume your name is ironically, Joy.
As someone who has struggled with depression or sometimes a lack of happiness, perhaps, you’d allow me to share my ‘answers’ so far? Perhaps, the ‘how’ could be something as simple as identifying meaning behind your word choice and/or a transition in vocabulary (it works for me sometimes)? I’ve found doubt or unknowing a necessary ingredient of any journey i’m willing to fully experience. I’ve found doubt or mystery essential and inherent in a life of following God. I’ve found there is a slight but important difference between Doubt and Fear. I’ve found Faith less about Knowing or having Answers and more about Trusting and discovering Beauty. I’ve found when I used the word Doubt when I really mean Fear i’m not Trusting and I lose Joy.
_Sincerely,
A.j
p.s. I look forward to hearing your further thoughts.
I like how you introduce the idea of mystery into the dynamic of doubt, AJ. Mystery and beauty and loving the person of Jesus are things I am learning to embrace tightly, whether or not I ever get any answers.
Hey Joy… Great post.
I’m a ‘doubter’ myself in regards to a number of issues, so I can definitely relate to feeling like an outsider. Sometimes, I keep the doubts to myself in order to fit in, other times I don’t bother saying anything because I feel I can’t adequately explain my viewpoint.
The thing that helped me get past some of my doubts, those that I considered the most important to resolve, came about when I read Mere Christianity by CS Lewis. Reading Lewis taught me two primary things: 1) it was ok to have doubts and questions, to have beliefs that didn’t toe the line with the status quo on every issue, and 2) that the resurrection of Jesus was historically verifiable based on logical evidence (eg, willingness of eyewitnesses to die rather than deny the resurrection – if you link to my blog here, you’ll find my post on that.) Basically, my belief in the resurrection is my ‘tether’ – no matter how far outside I wander on those doubting tangents (and I still do), I’ve got a lifeline that keeps me attached to the Body as a whole, and I find reassurance in that.
I will do my best to never “scold, rebuke or pound on” anyone for having doubts because, truth be told, I think it’s critical to maintain some level of doubt if we are to keep our faith fresh and vibrant. If everything is easy, comfortable, with no questions, are we really living by faith, or just accepting the status quo? When we struggle with doubts, when we question our beliefs because they don’t fit in, but we still do our best to follow Jesus, it’s then that I think we are truly walking in faith. You might think that you are “out there”, Joy, but the truth is you are a woman of great faith, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
Dan, I too have kept it to myself or just shut my mouth because putting it into words didn’t seem to make any sense.
Mere Christianity is one of those books I go back to every year or two. I use that same word picture too — Jesus is my tether or my anchor, and I cling to Him when nothing else makes sense.
I wish I could tell you the key to getting in, but I do not seem to have it either. It seems to me, though, that those who struggle and doubt have a more authentic and deeper faith walk because at the end of the day, we still choose Jesus despite all the challenges and obstacles. I also believe that you will one day find all the answers that you seek. I just cannot tell you when.
You know, I’m growing to believe that it’s more precious to me to be authentic than to be certain of answers. Jesus doesn’t require me to have the answers, and I’m not sure it’s actually possible anyway.
Great article, Joy! I no longer want in. Being on the outside of American evangelicalism gives you a much better view of God. I still hang out with people on the inside, though.
I think I’m standing in the doorway at this point, pondering the possibility of walking out.
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Henri Nouwen speculated whether the Lord’s phrase, “You of Little Faith” wasn’t actually a kind of endearing nickname, more like, “Oh, You Little-Faiths!” We’ve never heard the tone in His voice as he said those words, but I’ll bet it was playful. How often we miss the plain fact that Jesus was followed not by the certain, but by the hungry. Hunger trumps certainty.
I suspect we do not need “directions, a map, the secret word, a key, the keypad code” or a “something” of any kind. We need a Someone to walk with us. Grace to you, and Peace.
Ray, I love the idea that “little-faith” is an endearing nickname. Interesting thoughts on hunger vs certainty — seems like being certain would nullify hunger. And I agree with you — I no longer think it’s a matter of codes or directions, it’s about Jesus. He’s who I cling to when the ground is shaky. I’m learning to let the criticism of the certain roll off my back (though it still stings sometimes).
What a heartfelt and helpful piece. Thanks for expressing this so personally. I am one who, for no reason I feel I can take any credit for, has never really struggled with doubt, but I find myself surrounded by those who do. It’s not that I always believed, I didn’t come to faith until adulthood. But my unbelief came from lack of knowledge. When I heard the Gospel, I responded. I still had little knowledge, but rather than “doubt” I felt “uniformed.” If anything, I doubted myself. While I’m grateful for my lack of doubt (because I don’t know if I could handle it personally), I’m also grateful for the doubters in my life. They spur me on. They also keep my humble for all the times I just don’t have adequate answers. I am guilty of at times feeling like it’s “their fault” for “holding-on” to doubt, and perhaps even “cherishing it.” So thank you for helping me see that.
Yet I do feel that there are subcultures in the the church where doubt it to some degree given honor it doesn’t deserve, where those of us who don’t struggle with it almost feel like we’re being less than honest. To express doubt can sometimes be a used as a way of inflating ones own intellectualism. I also don’t feel that’s helpful, and at that point it’s probably not even honest. I don’t feel doubt is anything to be proud of. I ALSO don’t think FAITH is anything to be proud of though. Both are part of the experience of seeking and knowing God. In fact, I think a healthy community has both.
Hi Joy. A friend posted your entry on his blog and so I found my way here. I heard a quote from an unknown author which said: We start our Spiritual journey with DOUBT in our faith, but as we mature, we develop FAITH in our doubt. I like that.
I love this post. Thank you.