'...in those same moments of strained belief, of not knowing where or if God is, is has also seemed that the Christian story keeps explaining who and where I am, better than any other story I know. On the days when I think I have a fighting chance of redemption, at change, I understand it to be those words and these rituals and these people who will change me. Some days I am not sure if my faith is riddled with doubt or whether, graciously, my doubt is riddled with faith. And yet I continue to live in a world the way a religious person lives in the world; I keep living in a world that I know to be enchanted, and not left alone. I doubt; I am uncertain; I am restless, prone to wander. Amd yet glimmers of holy keep interrupting my gaze.'
Lauren F Winner, Still, p.xiv.
