There’s just something I find so endearing about people who have the quality of faith. I’m not exactly sure why, but I believe I’m beginning to put my finger on it…
If you had to choose between sitting down for coffee with one of these two people, who would you pick?
Person (A) is a little uptight and defensive. They speak of life as a static model. They’ve defined every single thing they’ve let into their headspace and have discarded the rest. They have it all figured out and love pontificating about their perfect model of the inner and outer world they inhibit. Every time you challenge that, even unintentionally, they start hammering you with dualistic, left-brained, yes/no, either/or questions and bog you down in the details.
Person (B) sits with you in the wonderment of life. They speak of the unknown. They become giddy when they start talking about the mysteries. They ask open-ended questions and let you follow the breadcrumbs of your bewilderment without judging or getting into a debate with you. Excitement builds in them when they start speaking of a future that isn’t yet present. And yet, amidst all of their uncertainty, they remain unshaken. Comfortable, in fact.
I’m all about ‘Person (B)’. But what’s funny is, a LOT of people who consider themselves ‘religious’, ‘spiritual’, or even ‘philosophical’ fall into the ‘Person (A)’ camp.
They have a buttoned-up model of the world. They claim to understand how it all works and they call this their ‘faith’.
Yet, I wouldn’t call this ‘faith’ at all.
Faith always dances with the unknown. Without the unknown, this ‘faith’ is nothing more than dogma and doctrine — the furthest thing from faith there is.
Again, I’m not faulting them.
I’m more sympathetic than anything because I think they might be robbing themselves of… more.
FAITH IS IMPOSSIBLE WITHOUT THE ELEMENT OF UNCERTAINTY.
To the ego, accepting uncertainty is weakness. But in reality, it’s strength. It allows for the growth and expansion of consciousness. Because it’s only when we don’t know that we allow ourselves open to receiving more.
I’m also not saying that we should stop seeking. I construct models every day here in this publication. But I’m also not claiming my words have the final say. I never seek out to tear down anyone else’s models. And I’m always open to more.
Certainty closes us off. It cauterizes the vein. It forms a callus.
And that just sounds like it hurts.