Doubt shouldn’t be feared, because it’s not in opposition to faith – doubt is actually part of faith. If we have faith with no moments of confusion or doubt, then we don’t really have faith – we have concrete certainty or, perhaps better explained, a lump of concrete. If God had wanted to, He could have made His teachings blatantly obvious, could send down unmistakable, in-your-face saviors every generation, a voice booming over the whole globe, a neon sign in the heavens – but God wants us to have faith. God wants us to trust, not with absolute logical certainty, but with love. Not just to believe that God exists, but to believe in God. There is something exquisitely beautiful, powerful and vital in a leap of faith – and doubts give us the chance to take the leap over and over again.
Although crippled by disease, I am fully alive in love. I write about the profound wonder and terrible beauty of life while living with physical disability and severe dependency. Unafraid to ask life's big questions, I was briefly an atheist and considered other religions before finding, in God's choice to intimately share our humanity, what it truly means to be fully human. A revert to the Catholic Faith, I blog weekly and have written a book called It's Good to Be Here.