For me, the watershed moment was in a college course called Hebrew Roots of the Christian Faith.
I know, it’s cliche for my faith to be “tested” at college. They warn you about such things. But it shouldn’t be fought. It’s a natural progression. The questions, the doubts- they can take us somewhere deeper.
It was simple, really. Our textbook was called, “Has God Only One Blessing? Judaism as a Source of Christian Self-Understanding.” I don’t even remember the book all that well, but I remember learning in the class a counter-narrative to the implicit belief that Christianity replaced Judaism as the real, true religion. Instead, the book and the class showed reverence to both religions, explored the themes that were common in both, and still respected each as their own.
That’s all it took. That one question, “Has God only one blessing?” Because I knew in my heart that the answer had to be no, that the God I was taught was vast and loving and couldn’t be pinned down. Even as a kid who assumed the rightness of her own religion, I knew God couldn’t be that simple.
My own religious upbringing laid the foundation for my questions, stuggles, and spiritual transformation.
I wasn’t rebelling against the faith of my childhood, or even the faith of my Christian college, I was searching for congruence, the very call that the campus theme made that year. Congruence. A theme that continued through my spiritual development.
Congruence. How can what I say I believe align with what I know to be true?