Truth is important. None of us want to believe things that are untrue. I certainly don’t. So, you might wonder what I say when I’m asked why I am a Christian. When this occurs, I usually say something like this:
- Christianity makes sense scientifically (with the fine-tuning of the cosmos to the level of multi-trillionth’s).
- Christianity makes sense morally. (Jesus’ teaching on morality has never been improved on.)
- Christianity makes sense sociologically. (Wherever authentic Christianity has been adopted, it has brought civility and transformed societies for their good.)
- Christianity makes sense historically. (Christianity is not a philosophy. It arose fully formed as a result of historical events surrounding Jesus’ life – events that can be forensically examined.)
- Christianity makes sense personally, for I know God to be living and active within my life.
Scientists have discovered that scientific truth exists, but it takes a bit of work to uncover it. Similarly, theological truth exists, but it too takes a bit of work to uncover it. Those who are lazy or proud will never discover it. Jesus taught the importance of having a posture of humility towards God when he taught that God’s revelation is best understood by children (see: Matthew 11:25.) In saying this, Jesus was not advocating childish, immature faith, he was pointing to the need for a soft heart rather than a soft head! Certainly, those who want to ‘not believe’, will never discover God’s truth.
So, I invite you to be open in your quest for truth. If you are, Jesus gives you this promise: “If you honestly seek, you will find” (Matthew 7:7).
And here’s a poem:
I am content with my position, please be quiet.
I am content,
except sometimes, when I look at the night sky.
I am content with my morality,
except when I know I’ve sinned…
which I do not accept is real,
until I see the hurt in others, and I ache inside.
I am content with my position, don’t bother me.
I have reviewed the clichés and convictions
I’ve chosen to wrap around myself…
and they are sound,
except that they are mine, and not God’s…
who I don’t accept is real –
except in those moments when I ache for hope.
