I once thought I knew my way. I walked through churches where men wore white robes and gold embroidered stoles to cover emptiness. The smell of baptismal water led me to stepping stones that carried me across deep places in the stream promising peaceful pastures where cows munch grass and birds perch on their backs pecking bugs for breakfast. I wanted to find words that would lift me from a dark abyss where doubts gnawed daily at my brain. I … Read on…