I don't know when, where or how it happened. I don't know if there is a God-gene that opens people up to an experience of the Holy Other.
I do know that it has never been a doubt. I cannot make myself NOT believe. Somehow or other- and I also echo Jung- I don't believe in God, I know there is a God.
This is not based on knowledge or intellect. It is far richer and deeper than any words I can find. Even as I have left the Church's ministry, I still DO for God.
I still hear the call. I still read and write to explore, wrestle and live more fully in God's grace.
I can't NOT do this.
It is passion. At some level of my soul I am captive.
Gently held, so
No matter what I believe
What fears or joys I face
Lord I am still here.