Then others call your attention to change in the Church hall curtains.

 God never promises us an easy journey in carpet slippers.

OK found that on the web.

Can you feel your faith slipping away? Are you or a loved one questioning what you’ve always believed, accepted, hung onto, based your whole lives around ?

You are not alone, in fact it should be part of the process of faithful person whose Faith is alive.

If you are bit concerned about huge questions, concerns, things that no longer add up. Find oneself asking there’s life beyond the issues thought completely sorted out years ago,  or if you’re trying desperately to understand a loved one who is losing their faith—Issue alive in Church following gathering. Ones you ask about others call your attention to change in the Church hall curtains.

May be like myself becoming odd one, person called names like `Heretic`. Sometimes found myself when younger  having courage to question what we and others believed, grasping that l felt was  growing beyond previous versions of Churchselves.

Churchselves. Those good folks who wont accept any critic or another version of Jesus wants me as a sunbeam. You see then all correct in the world.

You see then it will be OK. In a world that isn't OK.

Christian apologists, (PEOPLE WHO REASON, WORK STUFF OUT, DISCUSS, DEBATE, QUESTION, AND SOMETIMES ADMIT `DONT HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS`).  “What do ‘apostates’ themselves have to say?” 

Let me try put what l attempt into helpful few paragraphs. WE NEED TO EXAMINE , LISTEN ACTIVLY WHY people leave behind a faith that has shaped every aspect of their life and identity.  We must, well should, have the courage to ask difficult , hard, challenging  questions. Need to wrestle, sometimes confess cognitive dissonance, listen with others to Nomadic community's, deconstructing podcasts, authenticity in our searching, new discoveries can lead many to newfound, understanding deeper beliefs and hope on the Christian journey.

“I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” tackles, in touching fashion, the struggle to maintain faith, when the proof of divinity can’t ever be pinned down by us mere mortals. In every verse, the narrator describes his efforts, taking him through all manner of obstacles. And every time that refrain (But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for) returns, a fresh pang of anguish hits once again.