What we believe in is not logical. In fact, logic is the enemy of faith in many ways. If anyone logically presented you with a guy who was born of a virgin birth, lived a sinless life, performed various miracles including magically re-attaching an ear that had been sliced off of someone, and then was raised from the dead, you would think they were crazy: because the idea of that is crazy. There are no explanations. There is only a world that whispers that there is something more than we see, something that defies logic. Defying logic is our only hope.
Cambria Belleci is the Connections Director at The Well Community Church where she helps people find a place to belong. She is married to Andrew Belleci; together they share a home in Fresno, CA and an unhealthy obsession with their dog, Cosmo. Cambria is passionate about showing up—about being present and seeing the gospel played out in everyday life. She has a lot of words and loves to write and speak. Cambria is still not sure who is more important to please: Jesus or her Armenian Grandmothers. She figures it out here at Self Talk the Gospel and regularly at cambriajune.com.
Here I am in Sacramento. Andrew and I have just moved here. I am calling this our adventure. But inside I am totally losing it.
I have no idea who I am and what I’m doing. I’m a few months away from turning 30 and this is the biggest move I’ve ever made. What is most pathetic is I don’t even have to switch highways to get back to my hometown.
Two and a half hours feels like another world and I’m not sure I want another world. Dying in the place you were born without ever living somewhere else seems a little depressing—especially if that place is Fresno. But still, this wasn’t my plan and worse yet, I actually have no plan for this new adventure.
So I do what I normally do: I overeat, watch too many episodes of something, and then I get in the bath with a new book.
“Almost everyone had at one time or another been exposed to the world as being flawed, and human. And that it was good, for the development of character and empathy, for the growth of the spirit. Periods in the wilderness or desert were not lost time. You might find life, wildflowers, fossils, sources of water.”
When I was 16 I sat my parents down at the kitchen table. It was the year of the Columbine shooting and I had some business to take care of— funeral plans. I was convinced I would be a martyr and need to die for my faith in the suburban middle-class Central Valley. My Dad…