The thing I believed most certainly turned out to be, if not a lie, then not quite the truth.
I looked at the elder believers who were too proud to show any signs of disappointment.
My eyes clenched tighter so I wouldn't see the wheat being separated from the chaff.
We believe today just as much as any time that came before.
It is possible the answers we have are wrong, it is possible the questions themselves are wrong.
Our time is too short and our odds are too long to wait for second comings.
Over and over again,midnight struck, and I opened my eyes to see that all of these gods were dead.
It would have been strange for jesus to come back again and again based on the different time zones.
I sat with the titans of our time as they celebrated their peers and their good deeds.
I had turned 12 that year and had reached the age of accountability.
I began the search once more because I knew that I would either believe or I would die.
The idea spread because we found a great hunger in our generation for purpose, for meaning.
I've come so far that I'm right back where I started.
I thought that if I held on her hand during this prayer, I might go right on with her.
It was possible the answers I had were wrong, that the questions themselves were wrong.
