It has often struck me how hard it is to move away (=repent) from a position of confessional or doctrinal security. If one has spent one’s whole life in an inner dialogue with a particular tradition – but of course ignoring those parts of the tradition that are of necessity self-contradictory – it is indeed difficult to face the consequences of potential failure of the intellect (such as it is).

Yet why is it that I still love the Scripture as I do – because lurking in the shadow of that wing of my history is the love that dares to speak its name to me and in me and accompany me as Gospel even in all my potential confusion. That’s how I must learn to write parable or story or poem –

And when the tradition shows its faults – as all do – still it too had enough of the pointer left in it to point and to allow itself to be corrected…

it is enough.