From David Dark, The Sacredness of Questioning Everything (Zondervan, 2011).

… A forthright honesty about how little we know is a luxury many of us feel we can't afford if right belief is our salvation, if we are saved because of the intensity with which we know we're saved.

The business of having to feel a particular way or to feel a sense of absolute confidence in God  or to pretend to know that God is there all the time is one of the things I've actually been saved–and am being saved–from…

….For love of God, as the expression goes, or, perhaps better, for love of humanity, I want to exorcise the "fear god" who keeps us afraid of our senses, wary of imagination, frightened of looking too hard at ourselves, and too fearful to think things through.  This god who ISN'T love, made in our worst image, would keep us doubled up inside, putting on a brave face of fake confidence.  This dysfunctional deity often interacts within our own semiconscious dysfunction and can render "religious types" into some of the saddest and most fearful, hateful, and damaging people in the world.

I want to announce the good news that God, the God in whom I believe, never calls anyone to playact or pretend or silence their concerns about what's true.  I want to break through mind-forged manacles that render us incapable of seeing truthfully for fear we might let in the wrong information…

I encourage the use of whatever strong language might be employed in tearing down these idols, these false conceptions of who God might be.  Damn this demonic Uncle Ben business.  Damn it all to hell.  May we bear it no more.  Be explicit in bearing witness against such hellishness. Or pray, if need be, as Meister Eckhart paradoxically prayed, "God, rid me of God."

"God, rid me of God."  Does that strike us as scandalous?  Eckhart's prayer is scandalous to us only to the extent that we still believe that our conceptions of God–and not the grace of God–are what will save and deliver. As if our intellectual consent to certain truths is what will redeem, as if our faith in our own faith is the price of admission to eternal bliss.  This madness degrades both the biblical witness and the possibility of sane thinking. Leaning on our own understanding of God in this way is idolatry, an inappropriate and unfaithful dependence on our pictures, concepts, and broken ideas that can't hold life-giving water.  Nothing we claim to know or have hold of or pretend to believe as children or as adults places us on the winning side of God's affections.  Maybe we're only called on to be honest. Maybe a vision of a God whose love transcends the limitations of our visions enables such honesty.