Just stop and think about it in practical, realistic terms.
It’s bizarre—like believing in Jesus being God and that he came back to life, or believing he paid some cosmic debt we all created by the sheer fact that we aren’t perfect, or that when we believe in him the old part of us is somehow put to death, and we’re given new life.
It sounds strange, and I can totally understand how the more pragmatic, show-me-the-facts types have a hard time swallowing the truth of it, but every time I step back and look through those iron-sharp-black-and-white colored glasses, I find myself having another whole set of questions. And those questions have no answers that satisfy my skeptical, pragmatic heart.
How could so many people be so completely wrong over such a long amount of time?
How can I explain the changes inside of me—the hope, the overcoming of past hurts, the peace? There’s no way my therapist can take credit for all of that, and I certainly can’t.
How can there ever be justice in this world?
I find no qualitative or scientific answer to any of those questions. Sure, people offer answers. Human development mumbo jumbo, psychological platitudes, and survival of the fittest propaganda.
But in the end, everything takes faith.
In the end, it’s not about how good I’ve been, or how much I’ve done, or my strength, or smarts. In the end, it’s about the grace of God. Some people think that doesn’t matter. That if there’s a God he will surely bless those who have lived good lives and been kind and tried to do the right thing, and so they cheer for heaven and hope for the best.
Maybe the craziest thing about Christianity is that God bridged the gap, and he makes us right. We can’t do it on our own. So when I hear people going on and on about how they live right, I get scared for them because that’s not going to be enough.
“For by grace are you saved through faith.”
Maybe that sounds harsh and unbelievable, but it’s the best news we could have ever gotten. Maybe that’s really why those skeptical people can’t quite bring themselves to believe. They just can’t get their mind around why the Almighty would love us so much and go to such great lengths to make us his.
I struggle with that question too, but I answer it with faith and a very thankful heart.
Do you have questions? Are you struggling to live right? Is it hard for you to simply believe?
God has answers. He will help you.