I lost my faith in...
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I lost my faith in my 20s. Infected by the creed of rationalism, I refused to believe anything that I could not apprehend by reason. I even passed the contagion to my wife: The early years of our marriage were spent outside the fold of the church that both of us had been raised in. As 30 approached, we decided to adopt a child. When the application form asked about our religion, we hesitantly put down the name of the church we had abandoned, feeling that perhaps we might present the baby for a "routine" baptism. Routine turned into something quite unexpected, and we soon found ourselves deeply involved in parish life. Faith still eluded me -- try as I might, I could not overcome my rationalism. But one day, as I strolled a nearby shopping center on my lunch hour, I suddenly realized that I could believe. And I did believe! Whence came this knowledge and this belief? Certainly not from me, for I had done everything possible to stifle it. Nor, apparently, did it come from the people around me, for most of my friends were resoundingly indifferent to spiritual matters. -- Walker
