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The app woke me at the optimal moment in my sleep cycle and let me know I had failed at lying still. Somewhere between the cold shower and the evening journal, I started to wonder who, exactly, I was trying to pay back.
There is a particular guilt that arrives when you sit down on a Saturday and actually mean it. A few thoughts on why stopping feels like theft — and what the clerk in the back of the mind is really protecting us from.
We treat certainty as the price of admission and quietly assume our questions disqualify us. But there's a difference between doubt that keeps knocking and doubt that's looking for the exit — and only one of them is walking away.
You trust an unfamiliar chair with your whole weight a dozen times a day without once feeling brave. Some kinds of knowledge, it turns out, only ever arrive on the far side of the commitment.
We treat "is there a God" as polite and "which God" as arrogant. But everyone already lives by one ultimate — so the real question was never how many, but what he is like.
There's a question that shows up uninvited at the strangest moments — not how the universe works, but why any of it exists at all. It turns out that the asking itself is a clue.
A friendly tour through the four great pillars of Christian apologetics — cosmological, fine-tuning, moral, and historical — in about a thousand words and without a theology degree.