There’s a point in every spiritual journey where the tearing down stops — not because you’ve lost interest, but because there’s nothing left to destroy. You’ve taken the beliefs apart, questioned every rule, pulled the curtain back on your own conditioning. And then one morning, you wake up and realize you don’t want to argue with your old faith anymore. You just want to live your new one.
That’s where I am now. The war inside me is quieter. The questions still come, but they don’t shake me like before. I’ve learned that deconstruction was never about abandoning God — it was about letting go of everything that kept me from seeing Him clearly. All the noise, the guilt, the fear — they had to fall away so I could meet God without the middlemen. And when I did, I found peace. Not the dramatic kind. The steady kind that doesn’t need to prove itself.
So what comes after deconstruction? Reconstruction. Not rebuilding religion, but rebuilding relationship. With God. With myself. With truth. I’m no longer trying to fit the old shapes — I’m letting my faith breathe, stretch, and evolve. I still honor where I came from, but I no longer live there. My prayers are quieter now, my faith wider, my peace deeper.
This next chapter isn’t about tearing anything down. It’s about building what’s real — from the inside out. I’ll be sharing more reflections soon, but for now, I’m resting here, in the space between endings and beginnings. Because even in the silence… something holy is being rebuilt.
— Sean Samuel
Author of “Stop Praying and Start Meditating”
www.seansamuel.com