Monday, April 21, 2008


"For Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul."

So many questions, so many doubts ... but there is a certain appeal to falling back into the warm depths, letting the waters of religion close over my head and sinking back into the quiet, happy oblivion. When my estate does indeed seem helpless, the idea of someone loving me more than life itself is undeniably attractive.


Little Bald Bastard said...

It is an attractive idea. I've found myself wishing on occasion that I could believe it.

I've finally come down on the side of feeling that I'd rather know the truth than believe in a comforting fiction, but a benevolent, loving power like that would be awful nice.

Podblack said...

Very good point raised, I hope to elaborate on this aspect in a blog post later this week. Thanks!

You may be interested in my most recent entry:
There's a few others that might help too:
The first few are on superstition and gender issues.
Thanks! Podblack.

xsrocks said...

Could it be that your Questions and Doubts are an integral part of the scenery along the way?

Holy Cow said...

Sometimes I wonder if that's the only way we can survive. Believing someone loves us this much.

To know that when the howling rain, thunder and lightening start, and I am in great fear, there is no greater comfort than knowing I can always run back inside for safety, where I've always found it.

Being safely inside never means the rain won't leak through the roof or thunder strike a nearby tree to cause its crashing on the house, but even then, I can remember a time when the safety was there, I was safe, and how it will be again when I really need it most.