The loss of identity is a staggering thing, but we've learned to expect it... sometimes. We expect an identity crisis to occur around the onset of adolescence, or we expect to have a "mid-life crisis" at some point... Because we're very familiar with those sorts of transitions. They are time-honored rites of passage, and – though what takes place during those seasons remains difficult – we've learned to accept them. We even know how to make light of them and keep a sense of peace. Still, any a process of metamorphosis, newly shaping who we are, is not an easy one. Even if we know we should expect it. So how much more staggering is the unintended and unexpected identity crisis? For so many Christians experiencing doubt and grief over a loss of faith, this has become their reality. There's this new and constant companion with them – an alien presence in their lives who turns out to be themselves. 

How do we reconcile our longing for the simplicity of the past with our new – and increasingly complex – perspectives? The allure of the known. The loss of familiarity. Nostalgia. Heartbreak. "Regret stacked up on grief..." None of it is comfortable when we find ourselves in the immediate fallout – the result of a hurt that's still lingering somewhere nearby, and still refusing to let us look away from the mess (or our part in making it).