When I was a kid I won massive gobstopper gumballs for learning scripture verses. There were chocolate bars for kids who brought their bibles to Sunday school and candy necklaces for bringing a friend along.
It’s a wonder all my teeth didn’t just rot right out of my head.
The good thing is, I began to develop a faith of my own. Eventually, I grew up, went to Bible College and married a preacher. Today, I still
- eat chocolate,
- go to church,
- read my Bible,
- and talk to God about everything that happens to me.
But, sometimes, I have doubts.
I’m not talking about doubting the existence of God. Any human being with half a brain knows that chaos didn’t throw this complex universe together.
And, I’m not doubting the epic struggle between good and evil. Go to any movie theater Most everyone cheers for the good guy, the underdog who wants to do right.
But sometimes I wonder about Jesus.
- Was He really the Son of God?
- Did He actually perform miracles?
- Most importantly, did he rise from the dead?
That last question is the most important one of all. Even the apostle Paul would back me up on that one.
He wrote in 1 Corinthians 15:14 that “if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith.”
In the end
- stacks and stacks of theological dissertations,
- hours and hours of praise and worship music,
- days and days of sacrificial service
mean nothing without the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Don’t worry. I’m not about to form some kind let’s-quit-wearing-deodorant-and-question-the-universe-in-the-middle-of-the-desert kind of cult.
My faith is my life.
It’s just that sometimes the reality of Christianity get buried under everyday struggles. I lose sight of Jesus. His
- His suffering,
- His death,
- And His resurrection.
I question. I doubt. But that does not change reality -the truth buried beneath the pile.
Jesus is the way, the truth and the life. Without Him we would never know God.