Muddling and doubt
I think I have to grant that this world is a mess, and we're all trying to interpret our way out of darkness and just guess our way to God.
So in a world this confused, this full of muddling and doubt, where we compromise, take half-measures and make do, maybe trying is enough. Maybe at the end, all any of us will be able to say is we tried, we cared and we did the best we knew.
The Davises would reject this, I know, but I'm trying to hold myself to a standard of grace and hope. I just want to grab on to any of the "better angels" flying so low I can catch them.
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In defense of some 'fundamentalist freaks'