On this blog I call myself a skeptical believer. That is, I am a believer but I tend to habitually question everything. I don’t go for pat answers or religious cliches. For me this way of thinking is mostly a blessing as it makes me confident that the things I believe in are real, but it doesn’t come without cost. There are many times I’ve wished for a simple uncomplicated faith where I didn’t have to wrestle and debate every single point of every single belief like two countries hammering out a peace negotiation line by line.
“Daddy, do you love me?”
“Of course I do sweetheart. Higher than the moon is high.”
“Why do you love me?”
“Well my little angel…I..I don’t really have a choice.
You see, my biology forces me to. My love is really a trick of evolution to make sure my genes survive.”