I just finished reading The Da Vinci Code.
Once again, there is an internal struggle between my strict-Catholic-upbringing way of thinking and the progressive, liberal side of me that yearns for the truth.
I felt this way once before when I read of the Cathars. For the first time in my life, I started to question my faith in the Catholic religion. Before then, I never questioned anything regarding Catholicism, and I accepted everything with blind faith.
Thankfully, times have changed since the days of the Holy Wars, and in most parts of the modern world, you can believe in just about anything you want, without fear of being labeled a heretic, pagan or devil-worshiper, and so my doubts regarding Catholicism does not raise an eyebrow.
But my eyebrows are raised. I want to know the truth.
Regrettably, I highly doubt I will find my answers in the pages of the Bible. I’ve come to grips with the reality that the Bible is not the Word of God, but rather the Word of Man. This realization has saddened me, however, because I used to find comfort in many readings in the Bible. Now, I feel as though I’ve been duped by the one belief that I’ve followed faithfully and blindly.
Sometimes ignorance is pure bliss.