The Moment You Realize You’re Not Sure What You Believe Anymore

Dark graphic of a wooden cross wrapped in a crown of thorns beside the words, “Jesus didn’t get killed for being nice. He got killed for threatening the kingdoms people were profiting from.”

You hear yourself saying the old words, the ones you have said a thousand times, and somewhere in the middle of the sentence you realize part of you has stopped believing yourself. That gap is not proof you were never a believer. It may be honesty arriving late.