And the more I read and pray the more frustrated and desperate I become.
I envy my friend who converted to Catholicism. I really do. He’s settled on this and happy. I’m neither. The matter isn’t settled for me. Not in my head, not in my heart. I’m unhappy with my own personal spiritual life and frustrated with the confusion. I can’t seem to reconcile all the conflicting data. Meanwhile I just want to be closer to God but don’t seem to feel that happening. And the old evangelical standbys of “just read your Bible and pray” or “have a daily quiet time” aren’t cutting it. It’s just not that simple. At least not for me.
We like the Anglican church we’re attending, but we’re torn. Still trying to sort out what’s best for the kids and wishing we could combine parts of the Methodist church we were attending (specifically that children’s program) with the liturgy and reverence here. I wish I knew more of the hymns. And it would be nice to feel more settled on the question of paedobaptism.
This is hard. I think I believed I was done wrestling with the big theological issues after I got past my “cage-phase” Calvinist years. I couldn’t have been more wrong. And while at times it’s stimulating and exciting, right now it’s tiring and frustrating and confusing.
And I think this is the best I’m going to be able to do to put the myriad thoughts swirling around in my head into words. Please pray for me and my family.