Devotion

The ebb and flow of belief, part six

Have you ever had one of those moments where you find yourself precisely where you thought you’d never be? That was me eleven years ago going to church on Easter. Not only that, but going back the next week and the next.

The church was in my neighborhood, so I only had to walk a couple of blocks to get there and much to my surprise, I did that. Every week or seven years. I got up on Sunday, got dressed, put shoes on my feet and went to church.

Even as I write these words, I feel myself hesitate. I don’t want to tell this part of my story. It’s the most difficult installment for me to write and the one where I’m most concerned about how my words might land.

This is installment six of my series on the ebb and flow of my spiritual belief and practice.