Sing it, Bowie.

Wow, I can't believe it's only been four days since I posted "Doubting Thomas?" This whole blogging thing really does put a new perspective on time. I'm pretty excited about time right now, though. This is because this time right now is a good time. Switching schools has had its ups and downs, but whenever I reflect on what's going on in my life overall in the big picture, I can't help but smile. Despite the pre-orientation mess I'm having to motivate myself to get through and the scheduling of CPR training and physicals and blah blah... and the impending surgery... and officially moving away from home... and actually having to rely on my own income, despite how much everything is changing, it is all so right. And I am finally convinced that this is because God is right there where He says He is: with me, in me, through me, to me. And really, this makes so much sense to me. I suppose posting a spiel about what I retrospectively think about the most intense parts of my doubting would make sense in filling up this post, but I feel like those sentiments will slip their way in when necessary. I've done enough dwelling for now. I do thank those of you who read my thoughts and shared your own, though. :) Oh and if you don't know, the switching schools thing I'm referring to is me leaving the University of Mary Washington and going to Riverside School of Health Careers to complete their 11-month Surgical Technology program. I found out yesterday that I don't have to wear one of those incredibly dorky uniforms the nurses and radiologic tech people have to wear. Since I'm gonna be a scrub, I get to just wear the hospital's scrubs when I'm shadowing. Sweeeeet. I really can't get over how incredibly awesome this program, and ultimately this job, seems to be. I almost feel like I'm setting myself up for disappointment by being this excited. I keep researching it as if I can possibly find anything else about the profession that I haven't already found, thinking I'll find something that finally points out a huge flaw in this perfect career choice. I know I'll start getting a sense of the reality of the job once I start my classes and start shadowing, so I guess I'll just exhibit a bit more patience and keep taking this whole thing one step at a time. My sister and I are trying to move to Newport News (where the school is) so that I don't have to commute an hour to Newport News everyday. Rebecca, my sister, just graduated from Liberty University, and she's been looking for jobs over there since before I made this career choice. She's got herself hooked up with an employment agency, so things are looking promising. We checked out a duplex on Mercury Blvd the other day. It is very reasonably priced and the pros definitely outweigh the cons. The thing is we can't really commit until Rebecca lands a job, so we've just been praying about that and trusting that we'll end up where we're supposed to. Oh, and if you happen to know anyone who lives in or near Newport News and desperately wants to temporarily house two young low-maintenance women starting in September, just let me know.

Apple??? It's good!!!

During a conversation I had with a friend yesterday over lunch, my friend told me about his former roommate's belief that nothing really exists. According to roommate, all "reality" is simply perceived... he went into weird stuff about photons bouncing off stuff, but my friend told him that photons have to bounce off something real and tangible. Honestly, it was all too weird and twisted for me to fully understand and relay here to this blog, but what I'm getting at is something I knew but needed to address directly: You can believe whatever you want. I've heard from more than one of my non-Christian friends that religion is a construct for coping and nothing more. Now, I agree with this statement. Coping has negative connotations, but all it really means is dealing with a situation to bring about success (whatever that is). So, to me, saying that religion is a coping mechanism is kind of a moot point. Life is coping. Once you start throwing subjective terms around, the foundation of the argument turns to sand and no real point is being made. So yeah, you can believe whatever you want or believe in not believing, as some like to pretend is a possibility. As my last post pretty well portrays, I've been struggling with belief. But what gets me is that belief is real. The fact that we actually *can* believe. Nuts. This is just a small part of what has me pretty well convinced that God exists. According to C.S. Lewis, I at least have "Faith A" down, meaning I believe in the existence of a god. "Faith B," having faith in the God of the Bible -- Father, Son, and Holy Spirit -- is where more people have hangups. No, I can't construct a perfect logical argument for Faith B like I so desire, but I've not been so bothered by my lack of flawless argument for Faith A. Clearly, you can't argue faith. Duh. I'm just saying I don't understand why I let that bother me in one case of faith and not in another. I've built up a lot of mostly lame excuses for trying to abandon the God I've been worshiping for so long, but I think I'm finally running out of steam. This (of course) brings me back to Ecclesiastes: "What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun." -Eccl. 1:9 These thoughts and doubts I've been having are not new. People have been doubting forever, and I'm sure many, like me, have run out of steam. All the reasons I make up for not finding belief in God necessary crumble, including the reasons that revolve solely around my own "success." I don't know how much longer I'm going to let Satan dangle this tempting yet unreachable fruit in front of my face, but I'm exhausted from running after it. Not to mention, I am completely lacking nourishment as a result. And again, thank God, there's no conclusion. Just a continuation.

Doubting Thomas?

So. It's really weird to look back on my Ecclesiastes blog and then read some of the things I've been writing recently (obviously, these recent things are not on my blog). I've been going through a bit of a spiritual detox that I have a lot of trouble articulating to anyone, including myself. Plus, I'm terrified to articulate these thoughts because they're not exactly Biblically-sound. I've been reading An Unlikely Disciple: A Sinner's Semester at America's Holiest University by Kevin Roose. The book is about Kevin, an undergrad student at Brown University, attending Liberty University for one semester as a sort of "study abroad" experience. He was raised a Quaker pacifist, so what brought him to Liberty was intellectual intrigue... and he is an aspiring journalist, so he made his experience into a sort of anthropological ethnographic endeavor. As an undercover Christian, he discovers a lot of interesting things about evangelical Christians and also, inevitably, about himself. I'm about 3/4 of the way through the book, so I'm not sure where Kevin ends up spiritually. He touches on a lot of things about Christians that have been baffling me as well. I'll pull a snippet from my recent journaling that gives a bit of an overall picture to the state of my soul: "I figure if this Christian God is real and he loves me and his love can never let me go as Paul says in Romans, then so be it. I’m in no real danger, right? “No power of hell, no scheme of man can ever pluck me from His hand.” So really, I have nothing to lose being where I am, and this does bring me some solace in the midst of my inner turmoil. Eh, it’s not really turmoil. I’m just being dramatic at this point. 21 is definitely the age for identity crisis and confusion, so I’m just following the typical life strokes I suppose. In any case, it’s been an enlightening experience, and I don’t see an end to it all just yet. Perhaps an ending isn’t what I’m looking for." I've confided a lot in a couple of people and a little bit in one or two others. One of the things that stood out in Roose's book was when he discussed a debate that went on between one of Liberty's professors and a group of atheists. The atheists basically destroyed the Liberty professor in the debate, and Roose noticed it shook some of the students' faith. He almost expected the whole student body to slowly drop this whole God thing, but when everything seemed to be rolling along back to normal very soon after the debate he figured it could have something to do with the inconvenience of dropping out of faith in God. And I believe he's right about that. I've definitely thought about repercussions that could result from my period of weakened faith, and for the most part it terrifies me. I was kinda born into the mindset I've possessed for the first 20 years of my life. Thinking about going back to UMW with my thoughts had my stomach in knots. I've integrated myself so much into the Christian community, and while I know my friends wouldn't abandon me because of where I stand spiritually I would still be suffering a serious disconnect with all of them now that my relationships wouldn't be so strongly "built on Christ's love." I was thinking about leaving UMW for health school before my questioning even began in order to follow the dreams I had before coming to college. While my fear didn't have anything to do with my decision to transfer out of UMW, I have to admit it's a huge relief not to have to face a lot of discomfort I may have been heading toward. That isn't to say I won't miss my friends intensely, because I definitely will. I plan on continuing to build the relationships I've developed. And so there's really no conclusion to all of this rambling. I haven't dismissed the Christian God as improbable, and I haven't dismissed the general notion of God whatsoever. I told one Christian friend this: "I've gone through and am still going through a lot of pretty serious doubting, but I have a hard time really explaining it. It's not so much of an abandoning my faith sort of doubting as it is a stripping my faith to its raw core sort of doubting." And I still stand by that assessment. Uh, inconclusive conclusion, but I should stop myself before I head toward another invisible resolution.