After they have lost a limb or the use of part of their body, I tell my patients, “You must grieve for a season.”
I remember sitting in a church service a few years ago that felt especially annoying, troubling, disconnecting me from my hunger to know God, to hear His laughter, to imitate His Son, to dance with the Spirit. I wrote a sentence to myself in the space reserved in the bulletin for sermon notes. I recall my exact words: “I think I might have to give up Christianity in order to follow Christ.” I should have written “churchianity,” the version of Christianity I was hearing described in the sermon. I’ve never wanted to give up the real thing; I just wanted to find it.