I’ve made this discovery about doubt. Doubt allows me to breath. It allows my faith to breath.
What is it like to be absolutely certain? It’s alien. Doubt gives my faith space to breath. All of my ideas of God, ideas I share with others, are nevertheless provisional. And things change. Doubt therefore makes room for God.
A mind made up about God is a false mind bearing a false God.
I think that most of the time I’m too afraid to doubt. I’ve been trained to control things and doubt has the stain of chaos or "god I don’t know if I’m right about this".
The Saints were never afraid to doubt. Thomas, standing in front of his friends, says prove it to me. The man with the sick daughter says, "I believe, help my unbelief." Most of my life is lived in the aridity of …"I believe, help my unbelief."
I distrust people who are absolutely certain about God, but I also distrust people who haven’t tried to be or have quite trying to be certain.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds. – Alfred Tennyson( 1809-1892) English Poet