From the start of my journey as a Christian I realized faith would not come easily to me. Even then, in my late teens, I was dogged by questions ranging from the narrow – just how reliable are the manuscript copies of Scripture – to the cosmic – how does a good God allow suffering in the world? As the years passed my faith came to define my life, but the questions never stopped coming. Within the communities in which I worshipped, many Christians had a tendency to talk as if the answers they offered to life’s hard questions were airtight, presuming there was a rational, logical, and morally compelling response to every doubt.

In reading Dostoyevsky, I have found a different approach to answering the hard questions.