I asked Miska to marry me (the first time) on a snow swept mountaintop, under the stars. I think she saw the proposal coming, but the mind and the heart do their own thing in moments like this, and Miska’s instinctive response was to ask, repeatedly: Are you sure? Are you sure? She clutched the ring and echoed the question: are you sure? Seven times, if I remember correctly.
She couldn’t have known, as I didn’t even know myself, but those three words sliced into a hidden, wounded place. Those three words put language to one of my deepest fears: that I might be wrong, that I might be foolish, that I’ll miss some of the facts or hold a wrong belief or opinion and will, in the end, be uncovered as a fool.
The quick story is that she said yes, but her question unnerved me. I freaked out. Three days later, she gave me back the ring. A month after that, I got my crap together, and Miska was kind enough to roll the dice on me one more time. However, the themes in that story have grown to be annoyingly familiar.
I have friends who seem to have never known a doubt, never second-guessed a conviction or belief. I have no idea what that would be like.
For folks like me, however, it’s a mistake to think that because our mind wavers and absolute certainty remains eternally illusive, this means we must forever waffle, never stand firm. We may have to endure a perpetual, nagging “what if?” playing in the background, but this only means our beliefs require more courage. The ground on which we stand may be harder won and our ground will most likely be a smaller territory than others triumphantly claim – and surely, we’ll move our flag from time to time (a virtue, if you ask me). But if we’ll learn to trust the things we know even if we don’t know we know them (we might need to chew on that for a moment) and if we’ll allow ourselves to live more playfully and more whimsical, we will find our steady ground. And we’ll discover than being foolish ain’t all that bad.
As St. O’Conner said in the Second Gospel of Wise Blood: “Faith is what someone knows to be true, whether they believe it or not.”
As a gesture to my Fénelon book being Kindle-available (and on sale for $2.99 for a few more days), I leave you with a pertinent line from one of the letters in Let God: “True faith never delivers the sort of human certainty we constantly look for. True faith won’t let us grab hold to safety or latch on to dry formulas…God is God, you know.”
5 Replies to “Firm, Rickety Faith”
Thanks for sharing this, Winn.
you’re welcome, Erik
Always love the thoughts and stories you share on your blog, but have you ever considered a format change? I have a hard time reading the dark tan font on light tan canvas combo. I usually have to cut and paste to a different doc to read your posts.
Once again, thanks for your words and teachings.
thanks, John. This is a new design, and it’s worked well on every computer, tablet, etc. I’ve tested. Weird – because the font is black, not dark tan. I’ll try to check into it, but you’re the first I’ve heard of this issue. If it doesn’t resolve for you, you may want to sign up for the email updates. All the posts will be emailed to you then, with white on black format.
Thanks for reading.
Must be my browser (Chrome) settings or something. I checked out the blog on my phone and it looks great.