The more that I think about it, the more I think that I’m a really unlikely candidate for a religious conversion.
And believe me, I think about it.
First, I’m overly analytical. I can’t leave well enough alone; I have to hash and rehash every thought and idea and interation. Well, not every, but enough of them for it to be a pattern.
Secondly, I’m a born skeptic. I like the idea of things that are metaphysical and can’t be quantified, but I don’t think that I actually believe in these things. I need ‘evidence’. I seem to be harping on this theme, but I suspect that getting through it is going to be very important to me.
Ack. If I want this blog to be vaguely sustainable, I’m going to have to offer a bit more than ‘Waaaa! I don’t believe in God. He won’t appear to me in a vision. Waaaaa!’
And my prayer life is going to have to become a little more evolved than my going ‘OK God, if you want me to attend this Christian Meditation class tonight, then you’re going to have to help me get the boys asleep before 6.30’.
He didn’t incidentally.
I also say the ‘F’ word a lot. I hope that it isn’t going to be the deal breaker….