Around 11 years ago, I sat down cross-legged in the middle of a room filled with thousands and thousands of college students at Soul Survivor in England. I sat there - like a rock among their trees, their arms swaying like branches to the sounds of songs about a Man I had never met.
I faced a question in that moment: can I believe this? The question was not ‘do I’? It was ‘can I’? Am I able? Is it possible for a rational thinking creature to submit to the belief that their mind is a faulty source of authority?