Can Anyone Tell Me Where To Go?

I never asked that questions.  I didn't know enough to ask that question.  But I lived that question.

"Can anyone tell me where to go to learn about God, about Jesus, about faith, about living?"

I was a junior at the University of Washington.  I was open.  I was searching.  God found me, I didn't really find God.  So, what next?

The student association associated with the church where God found me embraced me.  I played intramural football with them.  I went to group meeting, listening, learning.  Probably some of it was useful.  I know the sense of being accepted and welcome was useful.  But remember -- I was brand new.  These new friends had been raised in churches.  As it turns out, they were mostly answering the wrong questions and asking very few others.

I was after answers.  I believed in answers.  I wanted answers.

One young man tried to help me embrace questions.  He had questions.  He had doubts.  He had hooked on to a philosophical position that asserted that we cannot know anything.  We cannot even, he said, know if the floor will hold our weight when we take the next step, or even if will will have a foot to step with.

He took his life when he was twenty.

His extreme position with an extreme result resonated with me.  I wanted ANSWERS, dammit!

Can anyone tell me where to go?

What do you think?  Leave a comment and let me know.