Reflections from a Journey of Faith

In a few minutes it is never easy to convey a lifetime journey. Inevitably you land on a few things you think might be highlights, or perhaps turning points, or maybe the most significant events that shaped and gave meaning to your life. At best, it is always a process of reducing something rich and complex to something easy to convey. This may be particularly true of faith. For when exactly does a faith journey start? Both my grandmothers told me they prayed for me before I was born and prayed for my grandchildren before I was even married. When do we say faith has reached fuller maturity? Are moments of greatest questioning and misgiving perhaps times that lead to deeper insight and compassion, whereas attitudes of certainty expressed without doubt a pathway to the human frailty that gives way to arrogance and superiority? Well enough of the deeper philosophy. I have decided to just tell you a few stories, recount a couple of highlights, share an insight maybe two, and do what Mennonites rarely do in public, make a few confessions…