I have long been arrested by the idea that I am wrong about something—I just don’t know what it is.
I sometimes joke with people who seem especially dogmatic, “Praise the Lord that we’re right—can you imagine how sad it would be if we were the ones who were wrong?” Usually, they laugh. Sometimes they’re a little annoyed. I hope they’re at least slightly challenged. I know I am.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy theological conversations … Read the whole article here: Issue 56