My vulnerability compels me to turn to God who could protect me. The mystery is that Eternity is kept behind a light-blocking curtain which is only pulled back when we cross over. I accept death as a part of having been born although today it’s with resignation and not peace.
All of the certitude of the certain Christians makes me feel vulnerable because I am scared my doubt and skepticism puts me in a position to be harmed by God. I defend against my vulnerability with anger.