Monday’s confession of faith

I probably look like I always love him and I never doubt

And for many months this can be true


For many months the thought of him is sweet and I believe his words and am

So happy to be part of his family

The Bible is alive and the Lord’s Supper full of meaning

And when I sit in church on a Sunday morning, the sound of my own people singing hymns

Is the feeling of slipping into a warm and fragrant bath


But I will tell you honestly


I cannot stand us

Sometimes our meetings are endless and our trivialities a millstone

And our pastors insufferable

(Yes, I married one of them)

(His wife is even worse)

Sometimes God’s people are not that good

I said sometimes God’s people are not that good

Sometimes God’s people are not that good, folks

And the Lord’s Supper tastes like breadcrumbs and nothing more and

The magic does not descend


Sometimes it is a small discrepancy in Scripture that I stumble over

Calling into question the whole book and everything I’ve swallowed


Sometimes it is just life, when so many bad things happen at once that I wonder

How can it be that someone out there is taking care of us?

Would life look any different if he were nothing but a figment of my imagination?



What if he is there, but not who I always thought?


Can anyone really be that good?


Sometimes I drop into darkness and know that the world is empty of a Messiah

And that hanging all my heart on this one man to be true

Is folly


So I cry


And then

I blow my nose and think


Here I am

If I can imagine a God better than the one there is, what kind of contradiction is that?

Wiser people than I have hung their hope here and found grace to live and die by it

(Some of them attend church with that pastor’s wife

And love her anyway)


I have not found another philosophy on earth

That makes anywhere near as much sense as the one that says

The Master suffers

And pain heals the world



Discrepancies aside, the fresh-air truth blowing out of those pages gives me reason to go on

There is more right about this amazing, historic, eerily accurate book than wrong



If he is not

There is nothing to explain the beauty

And how buds form every spring and seeds grow and the earth is renewed and people are sometimes kind


And I pray please, please be real. I need you to be real.

Who will I turn to instead?


I probably look like I always love him and I never doubt

But I believe in doubt

As the birthing stool

Of faith


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Rosanna King
6 years ago

Me too.
Now I know why I loved your blog and connected with your writing from the first.
I’ve been reflecting on my own journey of faith and doubt as I anticipate the opportunity this weekend to tell a younger gal who is struggling “I’ve questioned and doubted too.”
Amen, especially to the last line – “I believe in doubt as the birthing stool of faith.” I believe it with you, because I have seen and experienced it.

Heather Nicodemus
6 years ago

Occasionally, I’ve been like Thomas too. Your honesty is beautifully refreshing.

Carolyn Kurtz
6 years ago

Oh Shari, I had to read this several times. Thank you for putting in to words what so many feel but are afraid to voice. As the person above me said, your honesty is refreshing.

6 years ago

No wonder the people at her church love their pastor’s wife…. it is difficult not to be fond of someone who is so honest. Thank you for being a good example of saying what we all know — sometimes this whole Christian thing doesn’t make sense. And even though we go on during those times, it helps to know others have slogged right with us.

Kendra Sensenig
6 years ago

Yes. Thank you.

6 years ago

This Monday’s confession matches the feelings I wrote in my journal this morning- exactly. Thank you for letting me know I’m not alone!

6 years ago

Thank you. So refreshing. I can relate.

Theresa Knorr
6 years ago

Honesty ..oh how I love it! Now I am sure I would love you! ❤

6 years ago

<3 A man I know, gave the story of when he was a child. He had warts on his hand. He went to his mama one day and said "God can heal my hands from these warts" and his mama said "Yes he can" They prayed, and the warts disappeared right before their eyes. At this time in his life him and his wife are going through great trials. (His wife needs a liver transplant) He told us that he thinks God gives those times of obvious miracles so that when we go through the hard times we can look back and remember those answers to prayer. and don't doubt during the wilderness/dry/difficult times. That was such an encouragement to me.
I too have had my times of doubting, during difficulty, but I know God has answered my prayers many times. So I'm challenged to look back and remember those times when I'm tempted to doubt. It seems like lately I often have to tell God I choose to serve you even tho your not showing yourself to me at the moment.
...and YES THIS! "But I believe in doubt as the birthing stool of faith"

6 years ago

Thanks for your refreshing honesty! You are not alone in this struggle that we call life.

6 years ago

Oh Shari! Those last lines are breathtaking. I believe in that truth with all my heart. God bless you sister.

Mary Lynn Yoder
6 years ago

I’ve been a quiet reader of your post since last year…but this was too beautiful and honest to be quiet. Your words put on paper what my heart has felt.

6 years ago

Just for the record: I am not alarmed. I see you as a woman with a deep faith and I admire you!

6 years ago

“Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy’s will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

Love to you, and prayers in faith that Jesus will help our unbelief…

6 years ago

Thank you for your honesty in the struggle, an honest heart seeking in the dark.

Heidi W
6 years ago

Your honesty is beautiful and brought tears. Thank you. ❤️

Lovina B
6 years ago

For most of my life I would have been with the alarmed rather than the refreshed. But God has taken our family through some dark valleys over the past few years, and it has changed our lives. Jesus has been with us, and without His friendship we would have lost our way. Another friend has been there too, for over the past year. I share many loves with her: coffee, children, creativity, music, books… She communicates with grace and wit about hard subjects that I can relate to: depression, sensory-driven children, orthodox stones,:) doubts…
Have you recognized yourself yet? Thank you Shari, you don’t know how often I have felt the loving understanding of God here.
I remember meeting you as a very little girl, and you littler, still. I have a faint but certain memory of a small Shari and her parents eating lunch at my parent’s table. My mother is JoEllen (Skrivseth) Weaver and I grew up hearing Zook stories. (mostly TIm, whose family my parents still keep in touch with)
God bless your day, as you have blessed so many of mine!

6 years ago

Yes, me too. I always come back to – if not Him, then who? Lord, where shall we go? Thou hast the words of life.

6 years ago

“Sometimes God’s people are not that good” …truth(tears)
“But I believe in doubt as the birthing stool of faith” …life-breathing(more tears)
Thank you for this raw honesty…it’s good to know we are not alone.

6 years ago

I have been missing so, so much by not reading here. Tonight catching up on your blog has me bawling my eyes out.
Church has been so blah in the last months and everywhere I turn there’s another question that deserves to be answered, but the Answerer is silent.

You wrote this with such grace and beauty. And I love Ryan’s comment too.

To whom else would we go?

Plus, you are SUCH a gifted writer, Shari. Thank you.

6 years ago

Thank you for your honesty and vulnerability. I too experience this. Months of amazing and deep fellowship with Him even in the really tough times. And then – deep doubt that it all is a figment of my imagination. We need each other – to share our doubts and hear encouragement. Thanks for sharing.

Our lives are very different – I’m single, working overseas at a hospital – you are a mom busy raising littles and caring for a home. Yet in the busyness and truth seeking/sharing and caring – your blog resonates with me and often speaks into where I am and brings smiles to my face. Just so you know – He uses your words here in another land as well. 🙂

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