Belief is a word of love, not thought. It comes from a Germanic root meaning to hold dear. Belief is an endearment. We are drawn to a certain way of imagining experience by its beauty. We become familiar to it and then feel loyal to it. People may try to show us how our belief is wrong or deluded, but we may be profoundly attached to it. We love life as we see it and don’t want others to take that precious vision away from us.

All human love is complicated, even religious belief. Infatuation and needy dependence usually play a role in it. Love is always a risk. A spiritual leader comes along and presents a persuasive and appealing worldview. The heart may respond first, even if the mind is wary. For all the talk of dogma and teaching, attachment to a religion or spiritual system is almost always a matter of the heart rather than the head.

When I reflect on my own belief, I realize that I would love to keep my childlike attachment to Catholicism. But those primal emotions, perhaps the eternal child’s wish for the comfort of Mother Church, don’t satisfy my adult desires. I want both belonging and adventure. I want to have a spiritual home, but at the same time I need to explore.

Excerpted from Thomas Moore’s: THE SOUL’S RELIGION
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Being a UU, I have always admired Thomas Moore's sentiment here..it resonates with my soul's understanding that uncertainty keeps this Universe evolving and keeps me always wondering and searching. The questions remain more important than the answers for me. My short time allotment and space in this living experience is only a tiny reflection of the Divine Experiencer.