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Faith and Doubt: Greg Tonkinson (Full Transcript)

Full text of Bible teacher Greg Tonkinson’s talk: Faith and Doubt at TEDxGrandCanyonUniversity conference. In this talk, Dr. Tonkinson explores the relationship between faith and doubt especially when faced with challenges of life.

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Greg Tonkinson – Spiritual Life Director, and Bible Teacher

This is a 2005 Ford Taurus. This is what the same vehicle looks like, after it has been hit by another vehicle traveling at a speed of 75 miles an hour. When this happens, the amount of energy that is transferred from this speeding vehicle to the vehicle that’s at a standstill will not only cause this kind of damage, but will actually launch the car up into the air, causing it to land, in this case, right on its top.

Now, I would love to be here, giving you another breathtaking TED talk of how I was the one in that vehicle, and somehow miraculously survived. And while this is a story of my recovery, it’s not because I was in that car. But rather, when this car became a nodded configuration of plastic and metal, I was at home with my three children.

It was a rather uninteresting Saturday evening, best I can recall. Kids were in the living room playing, dad was watching TV, when our evening was interrupted by three knocks on the door. And the rest played out much like a movie.

“Good evening. Are you Greg Tonkinson?”

“I am. How can I help you?”

“Sir, my name is officer Prather. This is one of our child caseworkers. This is one of our police chaplains. May we come in?”

“Sure. What can I do for you, officer?”

“Sir, is your wife Leigh Ann Tonkinson?”

“She is. Why?”

“Sir, you may want to sit down for this.”

“No disrespect, officer, but if you need to tell me something, just go ahead and say it.”

“Well Sir, at approximately 7:45 this evening, your wife was killed in a car accident. She was at a stoplight, two miles from here, and was hit from behind. Best we can tell, her neck was broken upon impact, and her passing was immediate and painless. But Sir, we are so sorry for your loss.”

And so, on March 6, 2010, myself along with ten-year-old Kayden, six-year-old Bailey, and four-year-old Malia, began our journey of life without our wife and mother. It’s been a journey of grief that has been burdened by an assortment of emotions, including rage and anger, joy, hopelessness, frustration, even moments of serenity.

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But what has made this trek so especially demanding for me is that I’m a man of faith; not casual faith, but a faith that has defined me for over 30 years; a man of the cloth if you will. My current occupation, my academic achievements, the way I raise my children, all have, at their nucleus, faith.

So, what do you do when your faith has been traumatized by such a traumatic event? What do you do when your identity has been rolled up into a worldview that promotes blessing and favor? When you’ve enjoyed such titles as pastor, reverend, ordained minister, teacher? What do you do when you’ve told people time and time again to trust, and follow, and obey?

What do you do when you earnestly begin doubting the very Subject and that’s with a capital S that you’ve been promoting your entire adult life?

One of the conclusions I’ve arrived at is this: when we talk about faith and doubt, I believe that honest doubting can be a normal experience for a person of faith. This was my last text to Leigh Ann. Somewhat amusing in a rather more rose way to consider that when I asked her this question, she was no longer alive.

I think that’s what makes this issue of faith and doubt so complex; much more complex than the well intention but rather insubstantial comments the kids and I received in the days that followed the accident, telling us that we were going to be okay or that she’s an angel looking down on us.

I believe that this complexity is derived from these fascinating brains we have; brains that will spend the days that follow such a dreadful event, trying to piece everything together as if somehow we could prove in a courtroom setting that the event shouldn’t have taken place. and well, if that’s the case then history would have to be reversed and our suffering would cease, and so we contemplate and wonder, we fixate, we become consumed with the what-ifs, as if somehow that would change something but we realize that our present days simply are marked by how many days we got out of bed and how many days we didn’t.

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I believe this issue was also complex because the human experience of grief involves so much more than that initial event, a cascade of new questions immediately demand our response. And so, they sit at the base of these fascinating brains and they hound us day and night, what will the future hold for you now? Who are you in light of what just happened? How will you ever make it on your own?

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I believe we were designed for peace, and now our lives are anything but that. Of course, this leads to frustration and anger. When I found myself with my highest grievances, levied against none other than God Almighty. A unilateral prayer I had with God, five days after the accident, as was recorded in my journal.

“Dear God, the pain that’s beginning to set in right now is so intense. I can’t see your goodness. I know you’re near but I don’t want that; I want my wife back. I wanted us to grow old and to die and to experience heaven together. So, what happened to that plan? Why was that plan so wrong? And why do you find it so appalling for me to want to watch my wife love on our kids for a few more years? And now that you’ve taken her, God, when’s it my turn? And how awful would it be if you decided to take me home and leave our kids without a mother or a father? You couldn’t have changed your plan by one minute? One minute and that stoplight wouldn’t have been red. One minute. So now, I can’t see your goodness. All I can see is you allowing my wife to be killed. All I can see is you allowing my kids to live without a mother. So, how wrong is that, God?”

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