A woman I know named Sheryl went to a salon to have her nails manicured. As the beautician began to work, they began to have a really good conversation about many subject. When they eventually touched on God, the beatician said, “I don’t believe God exists.”
“Why do you say that?” asked Sheryl, who has MS.
“Well, you just have to go out on the street to realize God doesn’t exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can’t imagine loving a God who could all all these things.”
Sheryl thought for a moment. She didn’t respond because she didn’t want to start an argument. The beautician finsihed her job, and Sheryl left the shop.
Just after she left the beauty shop, she saw a woman in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair. She looked filthy and unkept. Sheryl turned, entered into the beauty shop again, and said to the beautician, “You know what? Beauticians do not exist.”
“How can you say that?” asked the surprised beatician. “I am here. I just worked on you. I exist.”
“No,” Sheryl exclaimed, “beauticians do not exist, because if they did, there would be no people with dirty, long hair and appearing very unkept like the woman outside!”
“Ah, but beauticians do exist,” she answered. “The problem is people do not come to me.”
Exactly. The main problem with doubt, when doubt gets toxic, is not what it does to us. It is what it keeps us from doing.