It's Better To Have A Clear Conscience On An Island Than Hide From Your Doubts In A Crowd

I just finished a compelling conversation about faith, spirituality, and what to do when one's discoveries lead us away from the pack. I was taught at one church that people who hang out on the fringe are like wandering sheep, ready to be picked off by the wolves. This safety in the herd mentality seemed logical, so long as the herd is in the right place doing the right thing.

But what if the herd is wrong? What if the herd has been following the tail of the cow in front of their face for so long that it has no accurate sense of direction? The herd does offer some semblance of protection, but the herd may also end up stuck in a pit or running off a cliff. Momentum in numbers is either really good or really bad.

Don't allow fear to choose your path. If your conscience isn't clear, but the herd has scared you into compliance, you're in the wrong place.

They say no man is an island. That may be true. But equally true is that someone has to be the first to discover the island. Maybe it's you.

But don't stay on the island by yourself. Bring a friend. Or twenty.