I am reading a book called Reluctant Pilgrim, by Enuma Okoro. She subtitles the book "A Moody, Somewhat Self-Indulgent Introvert's Search for Spiritual Community." I am enjoying the book.
On page 49 she writes:
"Just before my thirtieth birthday, my father died unexpectedly and I lost the ability to pray. . . . As I processed the news, the God I had clung to so desperately all these years seemed to disappear slowly and suddenly all at once. I couldn't find God anywhere--not on my knees, not in the peace of sleep, and not in my journal musings. He was gone and I felt like I was hyperventilating in the dark."
If a graduate of Duke University Divinity School can have the bottom drop out under her faith for a little while, perhaps I was not so weak.
Unuma Okoro has a blog at reluctantpilgrim.wordpress.com
"We all stumble, everyone of us. That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand."
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