Janet Hagberg was the first person who defined the experience for me. I had lived through it, but I didn’t know what to call it. In a book entitled, “The Critical Journey,” Janet called the experience, simply, “The Wall.” My summary goes like this.
Many people begin their walk of faith, and everything goes as they expected. Out of genuine conviction, they attend church, learn from the Scriptures, volunteer, serve, give, and become “productive, committed, faithful, Christians” (whatever that exactly means, who knows?). But somewhere along the way things go wrong. Terribly wrong.
The orderly, stalwart faith that used to “work” for these true believers becomes a muddled mess. Yes, they once taught Sunday school, sang in the choir, chaperoned the youth group, chaired the Stewardship Committee, and had bullet-proof answers to all questions of faith. But then, all at once or over an extension of time, their faith splintered into a million tiny pieces.
The woman, who was taught that living a godly life would protect her marriage, goes through a
divorce. The church to which a pastor gave his best years, his heart and soul, fires him because of some petty transgression or because he didn’t go visit a prominent church member who was in the hospital with the gout.
A child falls deathly ill and heaven seems silent as a stone, all while the godly parents pray for
a miracle. A husband/father dies, leaving behind a young wife and even younger children. An
accident leaves the once healthy college student broken and mutilated, physically and spiritually.
The circumstances come in variegated form, but the impact is the same. It is more than a crisis of faith, more than theological bump in the road; these are an unraveling that robs people of their confidence and comfort. The once unshakable believer descends downward into the blackness of doubt, what Saint John of the Cross called “the Dark Night of the Soul.”
Adding insult to injury, sometimes the only thing the church or we ministerial types can say in
those moments is, “Why don’t you pray more? Just believe. Let go and let God. Confess your
sin. Try harder.” Not only is this insensitive, asinine advice, it simply won’t work. Those who
have hit “The Wall” feel so lost and adrift, so dismantled at their very core, that to keep doing
what they were doing – only with more enthusiastic dedication – is impossible.
Like a bug striking a windshield, a sledgehammer falling on clods of dirt, or a ball sent through
a bay window, “The Wall” breaks faith and people apart. I wish it were different. I wish such
pain could be avoided. I wish there was a way to get over, under, or around these types of
experiences, but if you live long enough, you will feel your faith being smashed and shattered.
The only question left is, “What will come out of the splintered and scattered pieces?”
Here is your choice: You can harden your heart and sweep the shards of your faith into the
dustpan, giving up on faith and God completely; or you can pick up the broken pieces, with
bloody hands and heart, and reassemble faith on the other side of doubt.
No, it won’t be the same faith you once had; rather, it will be dramatically different. It won’t
be an improved or updated version of the beliefs you formerly held; no, it will be a new
construction altogether. This reassembled faith will not provide you with all the answers to all
your questions; instead, it will help you to see the world, God, and people differently. Faith on the other side of “The Wall” will not take you back to where you were; it will move you forward to where you must be.
So if you find yourself crushed against what feels like the concrete and steel of disbelief, with
not a drop of faith left in you, I understand. Don’t throw it all away just yet. In the breaking, you
might find that faith has a new beginning.
Ronnie McBrayer is a syndicated columnist, speaker, and author. His books include “Leaving
Religion, Following Jesus” and “The Jesus Tribe.” Visit his website at www.ronniemcbrayer.net.
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