I was stuck. On the ground. Unable to fly freely.
Then I asked a question: “Is the bible really the inspired, inerrant word of God?”
That was so many years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday.
I felt something shift. It was very unsettling because I’d been stuck on the ground for so long.
Other questions started to join themselves to me.
“If that’s not true, then can this be true?”
“If the other thoughts I believe hinge on this one belief that I no longer believe, then how can they still be true?”
“Is what is real and true jeopardized by me not believing this thought anymore?”
“If my question is genuine and sincere, why would God be upset with that?”
“What beliefs are actually mine, and what beliefs have I adopted that I really don’t believe?”
“How extensively have I been conditioned to believe what I believe?”
“What beliefs can I let go without dying the moment I do so?”
Not only did things start shifting, but I felt myself beginning to experience a kind of freedom I never had before. Odd: the more questions I asked the freer I felt.
Actually, what questions did was reveal to me that I had always been free. I was free and didn’t know it. It wasn’t answers, but questions that freed me. Questions exposed the illusion that I was bound by the limitations my thoughts imposed on me. Once those limitations were betrayed, I began to rise up and exercise my freedom.
The more questions I asked the more free I realized I already was.
So… Ask! You’re free to do so.
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