I know that His grace is sufficient for me. I’ve been told that all my life.
But do I really understand it? Is it really true?
Yes, yes, I heard you already. But how do I know? I mean, I wasn’t there. I didn’t see the blood flow. I can’t really speak from some empirical knowledge that the Passion is more than symbolism. Please tell me it’s more than myth, more than conjecture.
I need substance. I need to put my fingers through the holes and see the torn flesh.
This doubt that keeps returning… I don’t know how to live with it. It immobilizes me. And I want to be moving.