But Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
Is there anything more relatable in literature? Not for me, there isn’t. Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick is one of the greats. Every time I’ve read it that quote resonates deep within me. He goes on to stay that,
Me thinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Me thinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Me thinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Me thinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me…
I think it is profound to suggest that in the darkest moments of life, when even my faith seems dead that it is there, at the end of myself, that I find my strength.
After all, there are blessings in disguise when hope is lost.
Is that cliche? Of course. But, that doesn’t make it untrue. Every time something crazy, traumatic, and unforeseen has occurred in my life, good has always found its way to the fore front. Hope has always risen from the ashes to remind me that better days follow bad ones.
Perhaps that is why Melville’s writing resonates in my soul. He captured in words what I have never been able to express: that when faith in a good life fails me, when bleakness seems guaranteed to be on the horizon, it is then that I find that everything I need is already inside of me. My questions cease, and I can see beyond whatever it is that I’m going through.
From these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope…
May you always put your doubts to rest and trust in a bright future.