Suppose during a conversation with someone I say, “I work at a Sobeys in Lacombe.” Now lets say that someone replies with, “well, everyone is entitled to their opinion,” would that not be a bit weird?
I may just think that perhaps this someone knows something I don’t and I’m either going to be fired or for the third time in my life the grocery store I was working at was closing down (which would probably be enough motivation for me to quit with grocery stores altogether). But the truth was, I was 100% correct in saying that I worked at that grocery store.
Now let’s jump to a different conversation, in which I say, “Jesus is God.”
All of a sudden, “well, everyone is entitled to their opinion,” seems like a normal response. Like before, though, I was 100% correct in saying Jesus is God.
Christianity may be labelled as a “religion,” which is true in a sense. But I don’t consider myself religious when I say “Jesus is God.” I’m just stating reality, as if I were to say “my name is Stephen.” It’s just the truth.
I consider myself to be a Christian, but the term “Christian” as it is understood by the majority of the world is too broad a term to categorize me with any kind of accuracy. I’m not going to use this time to clarify how exactly this works, I’ll explain it at a different time.
I don’t just believe Jesus is God, like it’s just some theory. I know Jesus is God.
I’m employed at Sobeys for the time being for certain 8 hr periods of my week, but I’m also employed by God 24/7. It’s simply reality.
Sure, I’m a lousy employee of God, as is every other Christian to a certain extent; no one is perfect.
I didn’t start to follow Jesus because…
- I had an emotional experience and felt compelled to follow Christ. I’m not an emotional guy and as a general rule I don’t let emotions run my life. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t emotionally moved by Jesus, but that’s not why I follow him. Emotions are volatile things.
- I was afraid of going to hell. Although, if I wasn’t a Christian, I should be scared of hell. If I didn’t fully believe Jesus is God I wouldn’t fully believe in hell.
- I have to. Every person has a choice on whether or not to accept reality.
- I agreed with the lessons that could be learned from The Holy Bible. The fact is, The Bible is a literal book of truth, not just a handbook of hypothetical helpful hints. There are things in the bible that I wish weren’t there, but since it’s fact I have to accept it.
- I saw something I could not define and attributed it to God. The truth is, there is a supernatural world intertwined with the physical world we are more familiar with. Just because you see something supernatural that feels you with awe/wonder, don’t automatically assume that it’s from God. Satan’s demons love role-playing, that’s how cults and false religions originate.
- My scientific mind demands it. Although it is true that science supports the existence of God, and Jesus is the most logical choice, I don’t think I have to convince you that people are pretty stupid so trusting my own intellect would not be the smartest thing.
I’m not going to deny that there’s faith involved. However, I believe that it takes just as much faith to believe that God isn’t real than to believe that He is. But having faith in God isn’t blind faith (in other articles I have relayed to you evidence that supports God’s existence).
God is invisible, but evidence of his workings isn’t. I don’t see how a cell phone can work, or anything wireless for that matter. But I can see that it does work when I’m able to send and receive instant messages. The truth is, cell phones work. The truth is, God is real.
I’ll use an illustration based on the story of Noah (which is history, not mythology, for the record) to conclude this rant.
Suppose Noah held church services before the flood came. Suppose it was a packed show.
“You’re an inspirational guy,” one may say, “you really moved me.”
Another may say, “yes, we should live as though a flood is coming. Make our lives count.”
“We believe in what you are saying,” was the general consensus from Noah’s listeners.
Yet, no one got onto the ark with Noah and his family.
“There’s no real flood, just a hypothetical one,” one said.
“Going onto a ridiculous looking boat with an old man and bunch of smelly animals . . . what would my friends think?” Another may protest.
“I’d love to, but I’m busy now,” a third may declare.
Yet only the people who got on the ark accepted reality. The people who said they believed really didn’t.
I’m not God: I can’t see your heart and decide whether you are going to heaven or hell for the rest of eternity. But I can see how you live your life, I can see who is living like there is a real flood coming. When one knows about a coming disaster, and truly understands its devastation and implications, they first find a way to be saved, and then they do their best to help save others.
There’s only one way to heaven: it’s by letting Jesus, who is God anyway, have rightful ownership of your life. It’s not just my belief, it’s not my religion, it’s reality.