Messy

I've spent a lot of this weekend mulling, discussing, and contemplating what it means to be a believer and what it means to have moral freedom within a highly structured organization. The older I get and the more I think about these things, the messier they all get. And I think that's a good thing. I'm starting to think I wouldn't want it any other way, actually.

And perhaps being on the path that approaches what I hope to be the truth is the closest I'm going to get to truth--in fact, it could be that all that's possible is an approaching or a departing.

(One unfortunate by-product of all this is that my messy thoughts don't easily translate into posts, so nothing coherent on these subject will necessarily be forthcoming.)