A friend of mine recently asked me, "Why are you so confident in your conclusions?" The question caught my attention and caused me to ask some very deep questions about where is my hope.

Over the last fifteen years, I've spent a great deal of time listening deeply to my own faith and the process that goes into it. I wrote a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Discovering-God-Imagination-Reconstructing-Christianity/dp/1453650741" target="_blank">book</a> about my conclusions and then spent the last several years allowing my own conclusions to be put to the blender.  Would it blend?  I taken on my own historical understanding of the Christian faith and found it wanting.  But instead of abandoning it, I sought to redeem it.  And after publishing it, I felt like I had...at least for me.  And that was enough.  I had discovered the relentless nature of love and grace, and just when I though I had found the end, God blew up my box.

But when my friend asked me the question, I had to step back once again and ask, "Where is my hope?"  Was it in my own conclusions?  Had I constructed a new box in which to live in, one that would imprison me in an unreasonable certainty and potential blindness?  Had I rebuilt the very same thing I had attempted to tear down.

At the core of my faith was the idea that there was nothing we had done or could ever do to lose the love of God.  But we could lose site of the love of God.  The problem of sin was that as human beings, we could lose site of God's original judgment of humanity (<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=gen%201:31&amp;version=NIV" target="_blank">Gen 1:31</a>). We could construct a false conclusion that we could do something that could cAnd in losing site of that judgment, we g

I spent several days pondering the question, asking myself, "What if I'm wrong?  What if my understanding of the Christian faith was wrong?  I had offered conclusions that were counter to my own historical perspective of faith.  If I stood before Jesus, what would I say?"

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