Hopser zum Glauben

Heute kam “Traveling Mercies” von Anne Lamott per Post. Ich bin noch im ersten Kapitel, aber eins ist schon klar: Sie kann richtig schön erzählen. Das zeigt schon der Anfang:

My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land, and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear. When I look back at some of these early resting places — the boisterous home of the Catholics, the soft armchair of the Christian Science mom, adoption by ardent Jews — I can see how flimsy and indirect a path they made. Yet each step brought me closer to the verdant pad of faith on which I somehow stay afloat today.

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