I’ve wrestled with questions of faith all my adult life. I was raised a Christian, Methodist actually, and I was confirmed during my middle school years. My baptism happened as an infant. As far as religions go, Methodism is pretty light, at least the way I’ve seen it practiced. I didn’t witness a lot of revivals or alter callings, no dramatic public professions of faith. At least not in my church. I did see those things when I visited Baptist churches. In fact, the children’s programs I attended in those churches often contained the theology of nightmares–lots of adults asking if I was “saved” and if I didn’t know what they were talking about, I was surely bound for hell. Don’t get me started on rapture theology. I still can’t see a blood-red moon without thinking a trumpet will sound at any moment and Jesus will descend from the clouds with…
