We all long for Eden and are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature is soaked with the sense of exile.
The enthusiasms of my conversion have worn off. For whole stretches since the dream, since the baptism, my belief has faltered, my sense of God’s closeness has grown strained, my efforts at living in accord with what
I take to be the call of the gospel have come undone… Once upon a time, I thought I had arrived. Now I have arrived at a middle.
LAUREN WINNER / Still:Notes on a Mid-Faith Crisis