Original Resonance

When faith is shamed into silence, does it disappear— or does it transform into another form of sound, waiting to be heard?

When I was three years old, my grandmother handed me a rope and let me ring a bell. The sound that came through my body was the first proof I had that my faith was real, not an idea, but a resonance. Fifty years later, I would learn that faith doesn’t require a voice to survive. But first, it had to learn to hide. This is the story of what happens to faith when it is shamed into silence. And what sound it learns to make when it finally speaks again.