This weekend the big news was that Mother Teresa had doubts. In fact, she spent most of her ministry wondering where God was.
When I read the account, I had two reactions. First, I thought, "My God, I finally have something in common with Mother Teresa!"
My second was a bit startling. Since she really didn't want her letters of confession published it hit me that she could have possibly lacked in a community who would accept her in her unbelief, a community who gave her the freedom to doubt.
"I have that!' I thought. "I never doubt that I have room to doubt and still be loved by my friends. . . Wow . . . I'm one up on Mother Teresa!"