I Believe in I Don’t Know
Recently I announced a new series of short memoirs, Stories from My Life. If you missed it, you can read about it here.
There are eight short memoirs in the series. The first seven are Dream Baby, Asses Anonymous, Chops, Forced Air, Words and Music, Dream Girl, and My Life with Books.
The final memoir is I Believe in I Don’t Know: Adventures in Faith. Here’s an excerpt:
I was brought up in the church. It was like a room in our house. We moved in and out, carrying casseroles, talking with friends, going to class, sitting in the sanctuary, singing hymns, listening to sermons, praying.
As a child, I never questioned what we learned there, any more than I would have doubted the wallpaper or furniture. At age twelve I was baptized, lowered into the water by our pastor, Bob Danner, who wore hip waders and a tie. I came up wet and sputtering, thankful that he hadn’t said a prayer while I was underwater as my brother had warned.
Once baptized, I figured I was a Christian for life. Soon, though, I started asking questions. I’ve been asking them ever since.
Use this link if you’d like to learn more about I Believe in I Don’t Know. It’s available in paperback and Kindle editions.