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.

I think I'm standing in the doorway at this point, pondering the possibility of walking out.

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).

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.