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A Time to Doubt

by Philip Yancey

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In December I was interviewed by Nicholas Kristof of the New York Times, who devotes an annual Christmas column to a conversation with a believing Christian. Kristof asked honest questions about such issues as miracles, failures of the church, and the reliability of the Bible. Within two days, 830 Times readers posted comments, and taken together they offer a snapshot summary of the skeptical culture we live in.  How can any sane person defend medieval texts!  The church does far more harm than good. If God exists, why doesn’t that God do something about the 15,000 children who died today?

Reading through these overwhelmingly negative comments gave me a stark reminder of the modern obstacles to belief. Around the same time, polls from the Pew Research Center confirmed that millennials are leaving the church in droves. The trend brought to mind an old proverb on the decline of faith over generations: “The grandfather believes, the father doubts, the son denies. The grandfather prays in Hebrew, the father reads the prayers in English, the son does not pray at all.”

Although Christianity is booming in some parts of the world, in the U.S. and Europe faith has been on a steady decline. Our ancestors experienced times of doubt while continuing to practice their faith. In contrast, many moderns live in a sea of doubt, and find faith incomprehensible, or at least outmoded.

Doubt has a stubborn power, as the Bible itself reveals. During their wilderness wanderings, the Israelites had clear proofs of God: a pillar of fire leading them, daily provisions of manna, God’s own presence with Moses on Mt. Sinai and in the Tent of Meeting. Yet we look on that time as an example of unfaithfulness.  The very people liberated from slavery by the Ten Plagues, who had manna digesting in their stomachs, whined about missing the pleasures of Egypt and fashioned pagan idols to worship.

John the Baptist, who had seen the Spirit descend like a dove and had heard God’s own voice of approval at Jesus’ baptism, later sat forlorn in a prison and sent a messenger to ask if Jesus was really the promised one.  You might think that miracles would silence doubts about Jesus’ identity. Quite the contrary. The religious authorities, far from finding their faith stirred by miracles, instead tried to suppress them. They put a man healed of blindness on trial, and scolded Jesus for healing on the Sabbath.

Miracles upset the comfortable status quo. When Jesus raised Lazarus, the religious authorities determined to kill Jesus: “Here is this man performing many signs. If we let him go on like this, everyone will believe in him, and then the Romans will come and take away both our temple and our nation.”

And even after Jesus’ death and resurrection, some of his disciples could not bring themselves to believe, until Jesus made a personal appearance. “Because you have seen me, you have believed,” Jesus told Thomas, one of the holdouts; “blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

Out of my own experience with doubt, I have reached the following conclusions:

1. Doubt is a normal part of the human condition.

We are, after all, material beings relating to an invisible God who often seems silent, and deaf to our cries.  Instinctively we want God to micro-manage life on earth, by constantly performing miracles that alter the laws of nature. The Bible describes such events, but as unusual pulses of God’s activity, followed by long years of what may seem like inattention.

In 1527, Martin Luther, that bulwark of faith who wrote the hymn “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God,” recorded, “For more than a week I was close to the gates of death and hell. I trembled in all my members.  Christ was wholly lost.” He later reflected, “the content of the depressions was always the same, the loss of faith that God is good and that he is good to me.”

I have yet to find a single argument against God from the New Atheists—Sam Harris, Christopher Hitchens, and Richard Dawkins—that is not included in the Bible, in such books as Lamentations, Psalms, Job, Habakkuk, and Ecclesiastes. I respect a God who not only acknowledges our doubts but also gives us the very words to express them.

God has no need to “prove himself” by impressing us with supernatural reality. As spirit, perhaps God instead wants us to work on the spiritual disciplines—prayer, silence, contemplation, fasting, study, Sabbath—that connect us to a nonmaterial reality, God’s native environment. Jesus refused to perform miracles on demand, to dazzle onlookers. Miracles attract fans, whereas he sought disciples with faith tough enough to withstand doubt and disappointment.

God “remembers that we are dust,” wrote the psalmist. God must understand that on a broken planet invaded by evil, occasions will arise when for us puny humans nothing makes sense and we feel unloved and abandoned. Surely Jesus understands, for from the cross he cried out, “My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?”

2. A sense of aloneness feeds doubt.

Jesus uttered that cry from the cross after his nation had turned against him and his closest disciples had melted away in the darkness.

For me, doubt works in an inward-curving spiral, much like self-pity. I begin with a complaint against the church, or confusion about some doctrine, and end up in a ‘Slough of Despond.’ I see only the contradictions, the negatives, the darkness. At such times I need a Doubt Companion, a compassionate listener who does not judge but will walk beside me in strength.

Ideally, the church should supply these companions, yet local churches often react to doubters with suspicion and judgment. More commonly, a trusted small group, or even a single friend can provide what we desperately need: someone unthreatened by doubt who rewards rather than punishes honesty, and who can gently bring light into darkness.

In her poem “Exodus,” Annie Dwyer writes:

I surround myself with belief,
The way the Blind surround themselves
With those who can see.

As a writer, I tend to lean on literary companions who have helped form my faith: stalwarts such as Augustine, Pascal, C. S. Lewis, Dorothy Sayers, the ancient poets John Donne and George Herbert, and the modern ones W. H. Auden and Gerard Manley Hopkins. During times of doubt I read their words again and pray for God to give me a similar faith, one as resilient as my doubts.

3. Doubt and faith coexist. Indeed, certainty, not doubt, is faith’s opposite.

The struggle between doubt and faith often leads to spiritual growth. John Drummond points out that Jesus consistently made a distinction between doubt and unbelief. “Doubt is can’t believe; unbelief is won’t believe. Doubt is honesty; unbelief is obstinacy. Doubt is looking for light; unbelief is content with darkness.”

When wallowing in doubt, I face a choice. I can either assume a “victimization” attitude about this messed-up world, blaming God for its defects—or somehow, despite my doubts, actively contribute to the solution.

I have found that nothing quiets doubts so well as an encounter with transformed lives, and the best way to see transformed lives is to get involved with a ministry that serves the truly needy. God set in motion a plan in which we, Jesus’ followers, are invited into a divine partnership to bring peace and comfort and love to a planet full of strife and pain and division. I dare not let doubt paralyze my participation in that plan.

Ten years after her death, Mother Teresa of Calcutta made the news again when a book recording her doubts was published, against her wishes. In it, she spoke of the “dryness,” “darkness,” “loneliness” and “torture” she had undergone. “In my soul I feel just that terrible pain of loss—of God not wanting me—of God not being God—of God not really existing.” Amazingly, apart from a few brief remissions she lived in this state of darkness for 60 years, the entire time she was serving the poor and dying.

Some believers were shocked by her doubts, while others saw them as the “dark night of the soul” common to saints who, like the military’s special forces, take on extreme tasks. I was most struck by the way Mother Teresa conducted her life despite her doubts. She refused to succumb, and in the process became a shining example of faith. As the letters to her confessors make clear, she was sustained by loyal Doubt Companions.

Jesus had the opportunity to subdue doubts for all time. He could have appeared with a choir of angels on Pilate’s porch the Monday after his resurrection and triumphantly declared, “I’m back!” Or, he could have staged a spectacular display before thousands in the Roman Forum. Instead, he limited his appearances to small groups of people who had already demonstrated some faith in him—which tells me something about the kind of uncoerced faith that God values.

In one of those small gatherings, the apostle who would earn the nickname “doubting Thomas” confronted Jesus. I love that scene, for two reasons. First, it shows the gentle way Jesus treated a doubter, when he had a perfect chance to scold him or pile on the guilt. Listen to Jesus’ approach: What proof do you need, Thomas? Want to touch my wounds? Shall I eat something for you?

Second, I note the poignant fact that the other disciples, who had already encountered the risen Jesus, included Thomas in their midst. To them, Thomas was a heretic: he defiantly refused to believe in the Resurrection, the cornerstone of Christian faith. Even so, they welcomed him to join them behind closed doors. Had they not, Thomas may never have met the resurrected Jesus.

Perhaps that gives a model for how the church should handle doubters now. Can we provide a safe, welcoming place for those who need more light?

 

 

 

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  1. Mark Harris Avatar
    Mark Harris

    Thank you! I so appreciate your insight and am so encouraged by your writing. Please continue…
    You are a blessing.

  2. Dan G. Avatar
    Dan G.

    I wonder what people want from God, really, if they’re honest with themselves. The atheists I know tend not to believe because they can’t believe a loving God would allow the pain and suffering they see all around them, the 15,000 children who die everyday. I wonder how they think God would act if he existed. Would he send a miracle of the loaves and fishes every time a child was in danger of starving? Or maybe he would send a magic shield every time an innocent person was in danger. Maybe he should just wipe out all the truly evil people. Would we get a say in who’s truly evil and who’s not? Maybe God should show up in bodily form periodically and remind people how they’re supposed to live, threaten them with punishment if they don’t live well, and perform a few miracles to make sure everyone believes. Maybe skip the threats. He’s loving right? How often would God need to show up and show off to make sure people don’t start doubting and behaving badly? What about all the other tragic deaths that don’t involve evil people, sudden heart attacks at age 40, car accidents, drownings, tornadoes, etc? Should God intervene directly in all those as well? Maybe God should ensure all people have fixed lifespans during which they live happy productive lives with no more than a modicum of suffering and inconvenience. Sounds like the Truman Show. Then at the end of life they get on an elevator to heaven where things are truly great and luxurious. Would people live the lives they’re supposed to if God did all that? Would anyone want to live in that world? Moment of truth, I didn’t come up with this exercise just for the atheists. As a devout Christian AND perpetual doubter, I came up with it as much for me as anyone. When I’m raging against my average middle to upper middle class life, or am doubting God’s existence, I have to ask myself, what do I want from God, really? Would world peace or an end to world hunger do the trick? Would the occasional voice from heaven be too much to ask for? Maybe the Buffalo Sabers could win the Stanley Cup or I could win the lottery. Usually what I think I want would turn me (or the entire human race) in to God’s lapdog rather than an a son of God, heir to the throne of Christ.

  3. Rachel Maynard Avatar
    Rachel Maynard

    Thanks as always for your genuineness and honesty Philip. Growing up in the church, I was taught that it was never a good thing to doubt or question God. But as I’ve grown older and experienced life more, both in beautiful and horrifying ways, I’ve seen that doubt and wrestling with God has mad my faith stronger. I’ve seen over and over how God handles my pushing back and questioning with compassion and patience. He is always sitting in it all, with me, sometimes even I believe just waiting for me to come to the end of myself and to fall into His arms. God is so much bigger than anyone can ever imagine and loves us more than we can ever comprehend. To not be open with our questions or doubts is to try to hide ourselves from Him. It keeps us from having a closer more genuine relationship with God. He can handle us and knows us inside and out. So in a way, maybe it’s more about being honest with ourselves than with God. He knows it all anyway and He will always be there waiting. That’s what I believe any way. I love your thoughts and what you share Philip. Thank you.

  4. David Bannon Avatar
    David Bannon

    David Musick, you wrote of the silence of God. I watched my mother battle cancer for eight years before it finally took her. I also watched my daughter struggle with drug addiction until an overdose took her five years ago. Of course we doubt: Where was God? Why did this happen? I asked just these questions and many others, including wrongheadedly blaming myself, fashioning in my guilt the silliest reasons that God was blaming my child or my mother for my own flaws. It was nonsense, but then we are desperate! We would gladly take the blame, and the disease, if it would save our child! Alas, for reasons that we cannot comprehend, it is not to be.

    I recall that grief expert Rabbi Earl Grollman identified in the original Hebrew sixteen separate occasions where Job asked the same question: Why? Yet God did not condemn Job; rather, He praised Job for speaking honestly about Him in all his anguished questions.

    Doubt, it seems, may well be our truest sign of faith. In it our broken hearts are laid bare; we seek truth and care little for easy answers. This has been the case for me, at least.

    Another father gave up on making sense of it all. Author and theology professor Lewis Smedes lost his son within a day of the infant’s birth, yet years later he dedicated an entire chapter of his memoir to the death. “Doris and I cried a lot,” Smedes wrote, “and we knew in our tears that God was with us, paying attention to us, shedding ten thousand tears for every one of ours.”

    Smedes wrote that even if God explained to him why an infant child had to die in some grand scheme of things, he would not care. “I cannot accommodate that thought,” he added. “In fact, I have given up asking why such bad things happen . . . It seems to me that the privilege of being the delicate organisms we are in the kind of world we live in comes at price. The price is that things can go wrong, badly wrong sometimes, which should come as no surprise.”

    Many of us find such non-answers vexing. I certainly would have before my daughter died. We want a world that is neat and tidy, as the proverbs and Job’s friends promised. Yet for those we truly suffer, the neat and tidy are unsatisfying. We seek more profound truths. For myself, it is in the silence of God and the mystery of the invisible world that I find my deepest solace. Only there do I hear Him most clearly.

    Where else can we turn in our hurt and doubt but to God? What other prayer may we offer other than “Help!” May He help your son, David; may He help you; as He knows best, this is my prayer.

  5. David Bannon Avatar
    David Bannon

    Rob and Rita Little, I too am a bereaved parent. This week marks five years: my daughter’s memorial day is January 16. Your moving post brought many thoughts to mind. You mentioned that your work for others has kept you grounded. I’m reminded of a grief counselor who also lost a child. She often quipped that what might seem extravagant service to observers was for the grieving merely a means for survival. In being of use to others we find solace, an echo of the compassion and kindness we found in fellow sufferers and a merciful God. “Incredible doubts,” as you wrote, seem part of our lives now, just as our grief is and our love for our child will always be. Yet as you hinted, I have found, for myself at least, that it is in the assurance that God hears me that I find my deepest solace. Another bereaved parent, Job, seemed to have taken this as the only comfort that spoke to his deepest hurts. As had King David, who lost two sons, proclaiming with hard-earned conviction that the Lord is close to the brokenhearted. Writing of David’s most famous hymn, Rabbi Harold Kushner saw the twenty-third psalm as a work of profound comfort for the grieving and the fearful. Kushner spent fourteen years watching his son slowly die in front of his eyes, a victim of the cruel aging disease progeria. Kushner suggested that Psalm 23 echoes the same assurance that ours is a God who hears us. “God’s promise was never that life would be fair,” Kushner wrote. “God’s promise was that, when we had to confront the unfairness of life, we would not have to do it alone for He would be with us.”

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  1. I wonder what people want from God, really, if they’re honest with themselves. The atheists I know tend not to believe because they can’t believe a loving God would allow the pain and suffering they see all around them, the 15,000 children who die everyday. I wonder how they think God would act if he existed. Would he send a miracle of the loaves and fishes every time a child was in danger of starving? Or maybe he would send a magic shield every time an innocent person was in danger. Maybe he should just wipe out all the truly evil people. Would we get a say in who’s truly evil and who’s not? Maybe God should show up in bodily form periodically and remind people how they’re supposed to live, threaten them with punishment if they don’t live well, and perform a few miracles to make sure everyone believes. Maybe skip the threats. He’s loving right? How often would God need to show up and show off to make sure people don’t start doubting and behaving badly? What about all the other tragic deaths that don’t involve evil people, sudden heart attacks at age 40, car accidents, drownings, tornadoes, etc? Should God intervene directly in all those as well? Maybe God should ensure all people have fixed lifespans during which they live happy productive lives with no more than a modicum of suffering and inconvenience. Sounds like the Truman Show. Then at the end of life they get on an elevator to heaven where things are truly great and luxurious. Would people live the lives they’re supposed to if God did all that? Would anyone want to live in that world? Moment of truth, I didn’t come up with this exercise just for the atheists. As a devout Christian AND perpetual doubter, I came up with it as much for me as anyone. When I’m raging against my average middle to upper middle class life, or am doubting God’s existence, I have to ask myself, what do I want from God, really? Would world peace or an end to world hunger do the trick? Would the occasional voice from heaven be too much to ask for? Maybe the Buffalo Sabers could win the Stanley Cup or I could win the lottery. Usually what I think I want would turn me (or the entire human race) in to God’s lapdog rather than an a son of God, heir to the throne of Christ.

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  2. Thanks as always for your genuineness and honesty Philip. Growing up in the church, I was taught that it was never a good thing to doubt or question God. But as I’ve grown older and experienced life more, both in beautiful and horrifying ways, I’ve seen that doubt and wrestling with God has mad my faith stronger. I’ve seen over and over how God handles my pushing back and questioning with compassion and patience. He is always sitting in it all, with me, sometimes even I believe just waiting for me to come to the end of myself and to fall into His arms. God is so much bigger than anyone can ever imagine and loves us more than we can ever comprehend. To not be open with our questions or doubts is to try to hide ourselves from Him. It keeps us from having a closer more genuine relationship with God. He can handle us and knows us inside and out. So in a way, maybe it’s more about being honest with ourselves than with God. He knows it all anyway and He will always be there waiting. That’s what I believe any way. I love your thoughts and what you share Philip. Thank you.

    Reply
  3. David Musick, you wrote of the silence of God. I watched my mother battle cancer for eight years before it finally took her. I also watched my daughter struggle with drug addiction until an overdose took her five years ago. Of course we doubt: Where was God? Why did this happen? I asked just these questions and many others, including wrongheadedly blaming myself, fashioning in my guilt the silliest reasons that God was blaming my child or my mother for my own flaws. It was nonsense, but then we are desperate! We would gladly take the blame, and the disease, if it would save our child! Alas, for reasons that we cannot comprehend, it is not to be.

    I recall that grief expert Rabbi Earl Grollman identified in the original Hebrew sixteen separate occasions where Job asked the same question: Why? Yet God did not condemn Job; rather, He praised Job for speaking honestly about Him in all his anguished questions.

    Doubt, it seems, may well be our truest sign of faith. In it our broken hearts are laid bare; we seek truth and care little for easy answers. This has been the case for me, at least.

    Another father gave up on making sense of it all. Author and theology professor Lewis Smedes lost his son within a day of the infant’s birth, yet years later he dedicated an entire chapter of his memoir to the death. “Doris and I cried a lot,” Smedes wrote, “and we knew in our tears that God was with us, paying attention to us, shedding ten thousand tears for every one of ours.”

    Smedes wrote that even if God explained to him why an infant child had to die in some grand scheme of things, he would not care. “I cannot accommodate that thought,” he added. “In fact, I have given up asking why such bad things happen . . . It seems to me that the privilege of being the delicate organisms we are in the kind of world we live in comes at price. The price is that things can go wrong, badly wrong sometimes, which should come as no surprise.”

    Many of us find such non-answers vexing. I certainly would have before my daughter died. We want a world that is neat and tidy, as the proverbs and Job’s friends promised. Yet for those we truly suffer, the neat and tidy are unsatisfying. We seek more profound truths. For myself, it is in the silence of God and the mystery of the invisible world that I find my deepest solace. Only there do I hear Him most clearly.

    Where else can we turn in our hurt and doubt but to God? What other prayer may we offer other than “Help!” May He help your son, David; may He help you; as He knows best, this is my prayer.

    Reply
  4. Rob and Rita Little, I too am a bereaved parent. This week marks five years: my daughter’s memorial day is January 16. Your moving post brought many thoughts to mind. You mentioned that your work for others has kept you grounded. I’m reminded of a grief counselor who also lost a child. She often quipped that what might seem extravagant service to observers was for the grieving merely a means for survival. In being of use to others we find solace, an echo of the compassion and kindness we found in fellow sufferers and a merciful God. “Incredible doubts,” as you wrote, seem part of our lives now, just as our grief is and our love for our child will always be. Yet as you hinted, I have found, for myself at least, that it is in the assurance that God hears me that I find my deepest solace. Another bereaved parent, Job, seemed to have taken this as the only comfort that spoke to his deepest hurts. As had King David, who lost two sons, proclaiming with hard-earned conviction that the Lord is close to the brokenhearted. Writing of David’s most famous hymn, Rabbi Harold Kushner saw the twenty-third psalm as a work of profound comfort for the grieving and the fearful. Kushner spent fourteen years watching his son slowly die in front of his eyes, a victim of the cruel aging disease progeria. Kushner suggested that Psalm 23 echoes the same assurance that ours is a God who hears us. “God’s promise was never that life would be fair,” Kushner wrote. “God’s promise was that, when we had to confront the unfairness of life, we would not have to do it alone for He would be with us.”

    Reply

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