Yehuda Amichai's poem, from which the title Doubts and Loves is taken , speaks to me about how the doubts in our faith can lead to growth.
From the place where we are right
flowers will never grow
in the Spring.
The place where we are right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.
But doubts and loves
dig up the world
like a mole, a plough.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.
I have some distaste for the sort of faith that aggressively proclaims, "I am right and you are wrong", it is hard and trampled like a yard. Doubts, not necessarily just about doctrine but about our approach to faith or our ability to use faith to reduce complexity to simplicity, seem to me to truly revolutionise and bring growth. Doubts do "dig up the world" , but only when our doubts are coupled with love.
I do doubt more and more these days , I am not sure I always love more and more - but I try!