Miserabilia
May 7th, 2014, 09:10 AM
I believe in God for a simple reason: I've been personally changed by him.
I grew up in church as a kid. I knew all the Bible stuff and had heard all the religious stuff. But I was still rotten on the inside. I still cared about pleasing myself and no one else. Being religious did nothing for me.
But it was one hiking trip when he found me. He gave me this weird understanding (because nothing actually changed besides something on the inside), and I became a person who began to care less about me and more about other people.
If I had never been changed, I would rely on science and common sense for an explanation about God. And I would end up doubting his existence like many of you, because our rational science will never give us the answer to this question, as many of you have written.
But because I was changed on the spot like I was, I knew that everything I had heard about God was true. Because it added up. Not that God's requirement is for people to be good. But that God requires people to be perfect.
And because every one of us messed up, none of us could stand before God and say we earned a relationship with him. And because God is just and fair, that meant separation from him. Because he was infinitely perfect, our imperfection deserved an eternal punishment.
So we all, no matter how "good" we are, or how many rules we follow, are in a very dire situation. It seemed like we had no hope. But our Creator pulled out a crazy plan, a final hope. If someone could be perfect, meeting the standard of God Himself, and then give up his perfection to us, we could be saved and restored to him.
But who would sacrifice that position? Everything I live for focuses around the fact that Jesus was that perfect one, actually God's son in person, and when he was killed he traded his perfection to us while taking our imperfection and punishment of separation from God. He took our punishment and offers us his perfection.
I still ask myself why he would do that. And that is why we say God loves. Because he sacrificed his perfect position for our punishment, a trade we never deserved. A trade we didn't even know we needed until he taught us. A trade we reject until he meets us on that hiking trip.
You ask me why I believe in God? It's because I know him.
All that story I just told I only realized after I got to know him.
*It's a story that makes much more sense to me than life and things coming from nothingness.*
You may say, "How can you 'know him' if he doesn't exist physically." And that is where I can't explain to you much more. Because when I pray to him and he answers me, and when I feel comforted by him, and when my heart is changed by him, these things are not easily explained to people who have never met him.
It isn't about rules or special phrases or being a good person or knowing how to explain it perfectly or how much you pray or how miserable your life is in quest for him.
I guess there comes a point when you have to either believe I am a maniac and so were the hundreds of men who saw Christ alive after he had been killed (they all went to death telling everyone they possibly could about this Jesus guy), or you believe that something awesome actually did happen to me and the countless others who have given their lives to become like Jesus while accepting that trade offer of death and shame for perfection and God-acceptance.
It is a personal thing that's happened to me, why I believe in God and all. Not something I learned or read about all my life. I don't imagine that 1 percent of people will think me to be rational. But I honestly speak from what I truly have experienced on my own.
And I don't expect to make anyone else feel a different way, but to give a small testimony. Don't call me bigoted. I don't think lowly of you all who say there is no God. I thought that way once, trying to explain him to myself through logic.
The only problem is that I've found out that God is far beyond logic that our brains can muster up. So keep searching. Many of you have run into the wall of "we can't prove there is no God but we can't prove there is one either." Perhaps just by reading my story, you think me as an idiot.
But I honestly couldn't care less. When you come to know a God as big as the one who calls me "son," you tend to think very little of anything besides living to please him.
I fixed the spacing for you ;)
Also, okay good explanation for your beleif.
* that's debatable
I grew up in church as a kid. I knew all the Bible stuff and had heard all the religious stuff. But I was still rotten on the inside. I still cared about pleasing myself and no one else. Being religious did nothing for me.
But it was one hiking trip when he found me. He gave me this weird understanding (because nothing actually changed besides something on the inside), and I became a person who began to care less about me and more about other people.
If I had never been changed, I would rely on science and common sense for an explanation about God. And I would end up doubting his existence like many of you, because our rational science will never give us the answer to this question, as many of you have written.
But because I was changed on the spot like I was, I knew that everything I had heard about God was true. Because it added up. Not that God's requirement is for people to be good. But that God requires people to be perfect.
And because every one of us messed up, none of us could stand before God and say we earned a relationship with him. And because God is just and fair, that meant separation from him. Because he was infinitely perfect, our imperfection deserved an eternal punishment.
So we all, no matter how "good" we are, or how many rules we follow, are in a very dire situation. It seemed like we had no hope. But our Creator pulled out a crazy plan, a final hope. If someone could be perfect, meeting the standard of God Himself, and then give up his perfection to us, we could be saved and restored to him.
But who would sacrifice that position? Everything I live for focuses around the fact that Jesus was that perfect one, actually God's son in person, and when he was killed he traded his perfection to us while taking our imperfection and punishment of separation from God. He took our punishment and offers us his perfection.
I still ask myself why he would do that. And that is why we say God loves. Because he sacrificed his perfect position for our punishment, a trade we never deserved. A trade we didn't even know we needed until he taught us. A trade we reject until he meets us on that hiking trip.
You ask me why I believe in God? It's because I know him.
All that story I just told I only realized after I got to know him.
*It's a story that makes much more sense to me than life and things coming from nothingness.*
You may say, "How can you 'know him' if he doesn't exist physically." And that is where I can't explain to you much more. Because when I pray to him and he answers me, and when I feel comforted by him, and when my heart is changed by him, these things are not easily explained to people who have never met him.
It isn't about rules or special phrases or being a good person or knowing how to explain it perfectly or how much you pray or how miserable your life is in quest for him.
I guess there comes a point when you have to either believe I am a maniac and so were the hundreds of men who saw Christ alive after he had been killed (they all went to death telling everyone they possibly could about this Jesus guy), or you believe that something awesome actually did happen to me and the countless others who have given their lives to become like Jesus while accepting that trade offer of death and shame for perfection and God-acceptance.
It is a personal thing that's happened to me, why I believe in God and all. Not something I learned or read about all my life. I don't imagine that 1 percent of people will think me to be rational. But I honestly speak from what I truly have experienced on my own.
And I don't expect to make anyone else feel a different way, but to give a small testimony. Don't call me bigoted. I don't think lowly of you all who say there is no God. I thought that way once, trying to explain him to myself through logic.
The only problem is that I've found out that God is far beyond logic that our brains can muster up. So keep searching. Many of you have run into the wall of "we can't prove there is no God but we can't prove there is one either." Perhaps just by reading my story, you think me as an idiot.
But I honestly couldn't care less. When you come to know a God as big as the one who calls me "son," you tend to think very little of anything besides living to please him.
I fixed the spacing for you ;)
Also, okay good explanation for your beleif.
* that's debatable