Grey area

Nobody really likes the grey. It is appealing to imagine living in a world marked with clear boundaries between right and wrong, good and evil. However, it seems that such can only be found within our imaginations. Some folks will strongly disagree with my statement. I mean no offense. Nevertheless, I simply cannot make sense of a significant portion of my experience of life. Most people I know, are similarly perplexed. There are a handful of folks who diligently cling to a strict black/white view of reality. I contend that they do so by sustaining a degree of denial about all things that blantantly clash with their worldview. Denial can be maintained by limiting one's associations to a small, homogenous group and utilizing broad generalities and/or stereotypes to explain vast quantities of reality.

We tend to fear the grey! But, is the grey really all that scary? This post may sound depressive, but really I seeking to uplift. I have made some measure of peace with the grey. This peace with grey has freed me to learn things (especially about people) that was previously blockaded from my consciousness. It has enabled me to be more tangible (likeable) to people not raised within my small, homogenous group. Most importantly, it has helped me to apprehend God's presence in people, places, circumstances to which I previously was blind.

Doubt is part of the arsenal of faith. It keeps it fresh and honest. In our daring to argue and in our struggle to understand, the blood begins to flow through a tired and worn-out faith. Alan W. Jones

Don't be so arrogant as to suppose that the truth is no bigger than your understanding of it. Michael Green