That’s your interpretation

I think for me the single biggest problem in my faith before entering the Catholic Church was that I didn’t know when to stop asking questions.  (Now, as a Catholic, I can still ask all the questions I can think of, but they tend to result in answers more than confusion.)

Let me back up a little.  After no religious upbringing in my first decade, our family became involved with a fundamentalist Baptist church.  They were the ones who cared enough about our immortal souls to knock on our door and invite us to church.  The local Catholic priest, shamefully, exerted more energy warning people against sending their kids to this Baptist church than he did inviting people to his Catholic parish.  The message of Christ resonated with me and I jumped aboard with both feet and learned all I could.  The thing with fundamentalism is that they are all for learning, but up to a point.  The essence of fundamentalism, I think, is the maintaining of feelings of certitude by rejecting any information or question that brings their beliefs into doubt.  I had this rather unfortunate habit of thinking and asking questions beyond the level that permits Baptist fundamentalist certitude, and so by my late teens it became apparent that I didn’t fit in.  By my early twenties and for the next twenty years or so I would identify myself only as a Christian, in the “mere Christianity” sense as C.S. Lewis put it.  I held to the eight or ten points of non-negotiable doctrine that most evangelical or “Bible Christians” would hold as the essence of authentic, Biblical Christianity.  I held a lot of the so-called secondary issues rather tentatively.

Even then, there were problems.