It was at Milligan College that I first began examine issues epistimologically. That is, it was where I first began to think. I was asked to examine choices I had made in my life, not based on the cultural norms of my family or the town in Pennsylvania where I had grown up, but based instead on the culture of a group of people who proclaimed that Jesus was Lord of their lives. I began to see that all the things we did in our life were supported by faith, not just my decision to attend church on Sunday morning, but everything required a faith of some sort.
When I walk into a room at night, I reach out my hand to find a piece of plastic which has been mounted on the wall by the door. As I move the piece of plastic either up or down, a light turns on in the room. I have done this so many times in my life that I rarely think about it anymore. I have faith, I believe that when I switch that piece of plastic, the light will come on. Sometimes my faith is briefly shaken when the light does not come on, so I replace the light bulb. My experiences within my culture has taught me to have faith in light switches, and in my mind, a light switch is directly related to the light in a room.