Since having attended a Christian university (which mandates a Bible minor) for nearly three years, I can confidently say my belief in God has been challenged. Not necessarily in a positive way. Having so much theology thrown at a person often does the reverse of what is intended: doubt, bitterness, and cynicism seep into the very fabric of one's existence. My faith has taken a royal beating. While there is a reasonably justified demand for academically viewing God's Word for (a) evangelizing to to that woman on the street corner, (b) your co-worker facing crisis, or (c) to "work out" your own times of trial, I find it quite terrifying how easy it has become for me to dissect, contextualize, and simply over analyze. Every time I sit in church I find myself critiquing the song lyrics, the sermon, the style of praying, the words used in prayers, the pastor's hermeneutics, and the list goes on...and on...and on. Over Spring Break, I was visiting ...
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