I came out of that summer with a sense of freedom I hadn’t experienced before. It was no longer a deterrent to me if a question I asked made me feel a little uncomfortable—I knew I could engage with it, because at the end of the day, truth was truth,…
The question demanded to be asked: How can you claim your only authority is Scripture while you’re actively arguing about what Scripture is?
To say that we’re not connected to the Saints who have passed on, then, is cutting Christ’s sacrifice short—did He conquer death, or didn’t he?
I simply turned around one day and realized something profound: that I couldn't believe that God—who so loved the world that he became man—had chosen to stop meeting men where He always had.