Count me in. I am right there with the best of the lunatics. I believe in all the fairy tales about the cross, the empty tomb, the resurrection. Every single bit of it. I am even crazy enough to believe He will return. I will one up my insanity with the belief in the whole pre-trib rapture of the church concept (though if I am wrong, I can eat humble pie and adjust on that one…not a hill to die on as far as salvation is concerned). However, I will tenaciously hold to the belief that Jesus died on a hill called Mount Calvary for my sins and rose again on the third day. For that belief I will stand firm until my dying breath. No negotiating there, all my faith is at stake in that truth (no pun intended).
Yep, I believe the Bible is the truly inspired word of God and what it says is 100% accurate. Simple me. How naive. I believe its historicity, it’s inerrancy and all the prophecies in it have or will come to pass. Unenlightened me. Can there be anything more pathetic than such irrational thinking? I believe so.
If I am wrong and there is no savior then I die and go on to nothingness. Nothing lost except I enjoyed a simple deluded life of false hopes that held no forgiveness of sin and no promise of eternal life. If a skeptic holds fast to denying Christ and I am right, then he has no forgiveness of sins here and no hope for eternity in heaven. He has chosen to refuse the Savior in this life, it will not be forced on him in the next. So what does the skeptic gain? His pride in this world and an eternal loss in the next. Now that to me is not even pathetic….it is tragic.
So, as long as there is a venue to try to appeal to those who are skeptics or atheists I will impart my insanity and spread it to the far corners of the earth, or at least in this humble little blog that is typically read only by my family and a few friends. Why? Because I don’t just believe in a risen Savior intellectually (go ahead, laugh) but because I have seen Him change lives and first and foremost my own. Faith in Christ has changed my life with a hope, a love and a power that I never had or could not muster on my own. That loosely thrown around title “born again” is the only way I can describe it because..well….it just fits.
May I leave you with this thought from the apostle Paul, who in all his deluded audacity dared to write the following: “For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance; that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve. After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles, and last of all he appeared to me also, as to one abnormally born.” I Corinthians 15:3-8
Paul who felt abnormally born was a persecutor of the church, a hater of Christians and a leader in Judaism. Few could match his intelligence and reasoning skills. Yet, this remarkable man and simple me have the same faith. How did a high profile Jewish scholar like Paul and an unprofessional, gentile like me come to share the same faith? I guess you could say it was insanity? Or maybe…..not.