Learning to find the meaning in the work has been a journey of faith.
While there are certain Big Life Questions common to us all and while the struggle to work through them is a key part of what it means to be human, I believe that each of us is hit by different struggles to different degrees at different times. For most of my life, these have been my big two:
- I’m an academic who grew up in church. Somehow along the way, I internalized the lie that I had to choose between faith and reason. Learning to see how faith and reason are a THIS AND THAT rather than an EITHER OR was a major challenge for me. But the reality is that being a person of faith is a reasonable choice. As a very compassionate, very wise man once told me, “Kelly, God doesn’t expect you to check your intellect at the door.”
- Since I grew up in church, I believed in the power of prayer. But my mom is ill and has been my whole life. From a very young age, I began to wrestle with the tough questions of “Why do really good people get sick?” and “Why, even though I’m praying really hard, is she not getting well?” Sigh. This one is still hard.
The French writer Gustave Flaubert once said, “The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” Flannery O’Connor put it this way: “I write to discover what I know.” I like that idea, so this blog is where I’m figuring out what I know. I am learning that working out one’s own salvation is an on-going process. It never ends. And what a blessing that has been. I’m not sure what I’d do with myself if I ever got it all figured out.