“Don’t believe what you hear
Don’t believe what you see
If you just close your eyes
You can feel the enemy…”

Where does it leave me if I determine that the monsters that haunted me in the past are no longer monsters to me? What if I demonise that which used to provide me comfort and security? Especially, what happens when others discover that the demons of their present are the monsters of my past?

Not of course, that I consider myself spiritually or politically superior to those that believe what I used to believe. I simply want to learn to “do justice, to love mercy, to walk humbly before [my] God,” to “strip off everything that weighs me down.”

“…And I’d join the movement
If there was one I could believe in
Yeah I’d break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in
’cos I need it now

To take a cup
To fill it up
To drink it slow
I can’t let you go

And I must be
An acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
…don’t let the bastards grind you down”

U2, “Acrobat”, from Achtung Baby (1991)