How I Learn
The hardened steel of belief is rarely forged on the sunny slopes of rote memory, recital and pleasant conversation. Rather, it is the midnight forge of doubt, the rattle and smash of controversy and the grinding wheels of dissenting opinion which forge the keenest edges of my conviction.
Some do not learn this way.
But for myself, I can testify that there is hardly a truth I own for which I did not fight. And it usually also holds that the darker the battle, the more luminous the prize; the longer the conflict, the more firmly I grasp the hard-won ember; the more I have bled and suffered, the higher and brighter I seek to make this truth shine forth, to the glory of God and the aid of the Brethren.