NeuroDivine

1.
Christ, meet us in our doubting,
As Thomas once was met;
Where mist lies on the bogland,
And winter fields are wet.
You breathe through winds of questions
That sweep th’ Atlantic shore;
You bless the honest seeking
That asks for “nothing more.”



2.
As curlews cry at twilight,
As tides return again,
So faith through fear is rising—
A gift, not earned by men.
You show your wounds of mercy,
Your side, your hands, your feet;
And in our fragile trusting
Your risen life we meet.



3. 
O Christ of thin‑place wonder,
Of hearth‑fire, hill, and sea,
Be near when doubts surround us—
Speak peace and bid us see. 
And when our hearts cry “Surely!”
As Thomas cried that day,
May we, in Celtic courage,
Confess you on our way.

The Sacred Space of the Question

In the landscape of faith, doubt is often treated like a storm to be weathered or a flaw to be corrected. But for many of us—especially those whose minds are wired to probe deeply, question deeply, and refuse easy answers—seeking isn’t a sign of weak faith. It is an act of profound honesty.

Our patron saint for this journey might just be Thomas. Often mislabeled as “The Doubter,” Thomas was simply a man who asked for honesty. He refused to pretend he understood what he didn’t. He lived in that misty, windswept Atlantic landscape of the mind, where the winds of questions blow fierce and the fog sometimes hides the shore.

The Celtic tradition speaks beautifully of “thin places”—landscapes where the distance between the divine and the human collapses. What if our questions, our unique perceptions, and our “fragile trusting” are themselves thin places?

Christ did not meet Thomas with a lecture; He met him with His wounds. He met him in his sensory reality. For the neurodivergent seeker, this is a beautiful comfort: we are met exactly as we are, in our need for tangible truth, by the Christ of the hearth-fire, hill, and sea.

If your mind is full of questions today, know that your honest seeking is blessed. Faith is a gift, not a test you have to pass by masking your doubts. May you find “Celtic courage” to walk your unique way, knowing that peace meets us right in the midst of the mist.

Hymn information

First line: Christ, meet us in our doubting
Text: Michael McFarland Campbell
Metre: 76 76 D
Tune: Aurelia
Scripture: Job 38:1; Jeremiah 29:13; Matthew 14:27; Mark 9:24; Luke 24:39; John 20:19–29; Ephesians 2:8.

© 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell. Permission granted for local church use with attribution. Not for commercial reproduction without permission.

Dedication

Written in thanksgiving for the episcopal ministry of The Right Rev Michael Burrows, Bishop of Tuam, Limerick and Killaloe, on the twentieth anniversary of his consecration as a bishop on 3 July 2006.