In the subsequent days and weeks, I was relentless. If there
was a skeptic’s question, I’ve asked it.
If there was an atheist’s argument, I defended it. I laughed and scoffed at their answers, which
generally went back to the Bible, they quoted as if it was God’s Word.
Can’t you think with
your own heads?!!! Can you tell me anything worthwhile that doesn’t come from
this old, moldy book?!!!
But, they seemed all too content to defer their own wisdom
to the wisdom of the well-worn out, scribbled upon and underlined pages of the
ancient writings I’d always considered a compilation of far-fetched myths and
legends.
But, I wanted to… I needed to know the truth.
We disagreed on just about every topic we discussed, but, surprisingly, despite the disagreements,
I actually enjoyed being with them. Even liked
these people who were an embodiment – joyful, carefree, loving embodiment of
everything contrary to what I believed as true, important and valuable. It felt like a head-on collision of diametrically
opposite value systems. However, I also saw inner consistency between what they
said and how they lived. Their
outrageously crazy system was consistent within itself and with the
outrageously crazy life of love and joy they lived in Jesus’ name. One day, I
even told them that if all this talk about God and Jesus was true, it was worth
giving your whole life to it. If this
message truly comes from the Messenger they claimed was the only one worthy of
worship, then every person on this
planet must hear it.
Of course, at the time, I thought I was safe from the
implication of such claims, because I knew
it wasn’t true.
It couldn’t be true!
For if it was true, I would have been wrong my entire
life. And that’s simply impossible. How could I be wrong if my life worked?!! I was a self-made success. I had a future. I had my dreams, and my plans, and my goals. And I just wasn't interested in some deity
messing with them.
No comments:
Post a Comment