Who I Am
Everyone in this world, from the youngest of children to the oldest of men, has a story to tell. We all spend our lives gathering impressions, forming opinions, and reacting to situations. Every day, the things we learn about ourselves, our loved ones, and the world around us create and shape in us something special: a worldview.
I grew up with a worldview that is, on the surface, easily identifiable—a worldview that seems to make it easy to know the answer to any given question I could be asked about a given issue.
That worldview is Christianity.
I wish I could recall the exact day my when my worldview changed, when I felt the firm, rock-hard foundation I’d always trusted in blindly give way to a panicked, frustrated sense of shifting sand. But I can’t. Yet I can say that I would never go back to that rock-hard place. I will never again be content to accept answers to questions I had never even learned how to ask.
I should clarify something though. I have said my worldview has changed, and it has. But I am still a Christian. It’s just that I’ve begun the process of stripping away all the false assumptions that have been engrained in me—assumptions that tarnish the reputation of my religion and propagate the idea that I, as a believer in Christ, am required to know it all. I’m not, and I’m learning day by day to live in that humility, and catch myself when I’m considering making a sweeping statement about my faith, instead of thinking about the idea that I may not have it right after all.