The first part is to question nothing. When your teacher tells you that the world was originally one continent as you sit there in third period Biology, get offended. Don’t believe any of it, and instead of listening, come up with all these excuses in your head as to why you shouldn’t have to take Biology, because you really don’t want to talk about any other possible options as to how the world was created. You were born in the church, and it’s all you’ve ever known. You’re really not comfortable thinking about it any other way, because it makes you think about why you do what you do and why you think how you think, and you’re thinking that could be dangerous. Sometimes, it’s better just to believe. It’s better to believe that war is necessary and people must die, and the poor must be poor, and some people just “get it” and some people just don’t, and there’s really nothing you can do sometimes about anything, ever. When you hear of school shootings, and children being drugged and forced to kill their own parents, and a climate change, and new planets, go into your room and lock the door and fold your legs underneath your stomach and shiver. But do not worry, because tomorrow you will make yourself forget. You will cover the guilt with pretty words that disguise themselves as actions. You are an expert at believing what you want to.
The second part is to question everything, right? Because isn’t truth abstract, and an ultimate truth unattainable? Why can’t I be right, and you also be right, and he and she also be right, even though our stories are dramatically different? What is justice, and why do we fight wars? Justice is when the murderer is murdered, so find justice in murder, right? Don’t they deserve it? Shouldn’t people get what they deserve? What is forgiveness, and why do we forgive? Isn’t forgiveness for suckers, can’t it never truly be heartfelt? So why do we even try? Fairness is when I sacrifice and then you sacrifice, when I give and then you give, isn’t it? Isn’t it earned, just like grace? Grace must be earned; you must work for it, must be worthy of it, shouldn’t you? Won’t questioning help you to become aware of yourself like you have never become aware of yourself before? Oh yeah, and you, yeah you, don’t forget that you are self-righteous!? You pretend that you aren’t, but you are!? You are also ungrateful, because you don’t say thank you to God for waking you up every morning!? Why all these questions?? I am done with the questions???
Finally, when taking a stand after questioning, be cynical, always cynical. Be cynical of others, first. Focus on the important things, like how many swear words someone says, or the type of lighting that the sanctuary has (I think it’s a little darker in here; why does it always have to be dark; why can’t we just praise even if our makeup runs down our cheeks or we are seen weeping? This must be a church that is afraid of being real). Compare yourself to the person you’re making eye contact with, wherever you are at, and hope you turn out better than them in some way. Say you love someone even though you know you do not, because you wouldn’t ever invite them over for breakfast, or walk their dog, nor do you care to talk to them for a whole hour over coffee, even good coffee. Talk about how you ought to feed and clothe others, to others, but don’t do it. It’s too much of a burden, and you don’t even know if you can provide a meal for your own family, and you needn’t make the effort. Worry about how you will provide for yourself. Constantly worry about where you will live and eat and what you will do. A sparrow? You don’t even know what one looks like, to be honest. But you’re convinced right now that it’s prettier than you. This is when you become cynical of yourself. Go to Wednesday night Bible studies once a month (when you remember to stop watching shows on Hulu around 7pm) and cry to the small group leader, telling them that your life is falling apart; then on the drive home wipe your black eyes and feel okay, but also kind of stupid that you told them. Hate yourself, hate that you always think about yourself and always cater to yourself, and that you never sacrifice yourself. Be guilty and ashamed of any grace you are given, to the point where you do not believe that you are given it. At the end of the day, when you have defeated yourself, when you have come to the realization that Christianity will only ever mean throwing yourself under flying stones…. decide that you hate it, and blame it for making you hate it.
Decide who God is going to be based on who you are going to be. Forget about reading the Bible, as the words are too difficult to pronounce, and after a while it all sounds the same: regurgitated, repetitive, uneventful. Like a goal you wrote down as a child, but grew up to laugh at; it was beautiful but difficult.
Fall on your knees in your room and scream at the top of your lungs that you are done being apathetic, and that you are done being emotional, and that you are done being both.
Finally, question your cynicism. But note: this will bring you back to the first part—questioning nothing.
Whatever you do, do not think that there is hope in getting out of it. Do not find yourself uncurling from your infantile position on your bedroom floor, beginning to sing in the dark, an old hymn that has remained in your head from the days of pews and wooden crosses on display. O that old rugged crossed, so despised by the world, has a wondrous attraction for me. Do not turn on the lights and do not open your Bible. It will only lead you to disappointment again. Do you want the cycle to repeat? Do not read the words and for once, truly for the first time in your life, decide you are going to understand them rather than try to understand them. If you try, you have an excuse to fail. But if you are going to, you are going to. Do not fold your fingers into your palms and pray. Do not believe that grace is sufficient for you; that the prodigal son can be forgiven after he has run out again, then come back again, then run out again, then come back again, then run out again, then come back again, then run out again, then come back again….
No! Do not believe you can be wiped completely clean of your selfish life yet again, and definitely do not believe that this time, finally, something will be set into motion that will forevermore change the way you live and love and think, and it will be Christ, the truest picture of Christ you’ve ever seen.
You see, the key is to believe everything, anything, but the truth.