God does not make sense to me.
But, given His existence, everything else makes sense. If He does not exist, nothing makes sense.
So I believe.
The cross does not make sense to me.
But through it, everything else does.
So I believe.
Selflessness and sacrifice of one’s own will to the benefit of others are logical absurdities to me.
Yet, without them, the world becomes a bitter, hateful, cruel, heartless place that eventually no one can survive.
So I believe.
Accepting something on faith that is undefinable, unverifiable, inscrutable, intangible, and inexpressible – well, that’s just doofy on its face.
Still, love itself is undefinable, unverifiable, inscrutable, intangible and inexpressible … and it absolutely must be accepted on faith. Without it, all else rusts and tarnishes and withers and dies and rots. Forever. The end.
So I believe.
I believe in a God who seems self-contradictory; who is love and is also hatred … joy and also anger … mercy and also vengeance … justice and also sovereign enough to have mercy on whom He wills and to harden whom He wills.
I believe in a God who could have drawn all mankind close to Him in any way He chose, yet He chose to do so by letting His own Son be brutally murdered by mankind.
I believe in a God who doesn’t owe us anything yet gives us everything, who made everything and wants us to be grateful to Him for it, yet never left His inimitable autograph on the incredible work of art that is creation – not even a “Slartibartfast” carved into a remote fjord rock cliff or inside a glacier somewhere. (You readers of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy will know what I’m talking about.)
I believe in a God who wants mankind to accept Him on faith … on the tiniest fragments of hard evidence that would not hold up in a court of law in any land under His heaven.
I believe in a God who answers our great yawping “WHY?” with a shrug and, “Because I said so.”
I’m not sure I really like that answer.
But I haven’t found a better one.
So I believe.
Because if I don’t, not all of the evidence, not all of the logic, not all of the world’s science and fact and proof and conjecture and theory and philosophy will make sense out of the questions that comprise every day of every life of everyone on this planet.
God, squelch my unbelief.
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I can hardly believe it… but I love it! Just this morning, another girl and I were talking about how it’s too much to believe – but we do!
Thanks, Keith. I really like that. I sort-of wrote about God and making sense a couple of weeks ago. I’ll say it again, here…He’s the only thing that gives me hope when my world doesn’t make sense.
I love looking in to your heart and learning. I look at God and so many things don’t make sense to me, but I know He simply whispers, “trust me.” I don’t know how many times I’ve told my five year old, “I know it doesn’t make sense, but you’re going to have to trust me on this.”Blessings
Keith, You believe it to be plausible that if you were in another country, that this “making sense” might be towards a different religion?
JP, I honestly don’t know. Never been there or done that. I am convinced that everyone has a deep-down genetically-intrinsic yearning to know the answers to all of the “why” questions and a sense of “otherness” – beyond other people and creatures – in the universe. Someone who created. Someone who knows the answers.Those answers don’t come solely through a logical, rational process as a result of incontrovertible physical evidence.You can’t shine a light on the invisible.Paul writes < HREF="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%201:18-20;&version=31;" REL="nofollow">Romans 1:18-20<> in the faith that God created, His creation testifies to His existence, and He’s ticked off when mankind won’t see that evidence and put one and one together. He spend the rest of the work describing how God went out of His way to the extreme to offer more evidence of his “eternal power and divine nature.” In < HREF="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&chapter=5&verse=8&version=31&context=verse" REL="nofollow">5:8<>, he explains why: God loves us. He’ll say it 11 more times in that letter to the Christians at Rome. Then about six or seven times, he’ll encourage them to love each other as God, as Christ loves us.That, JP, is the reason I stick with the religion I was blessed to be born into and chose to be born again into. No other concept of “other” or God has that message at its core.No matter how badly we Christians mess it up and fail to live its truth, that love remains as the example and the goal of the Story.It is implausible, illogical and unmeasurable.It is love that urges me to share it with others, with everyone; with you and your dear family; with the sometimes-ornery commenters at your blog; with the sometimes-ornery folks who are my brothers and sisters in Christ.(I, of course, am never ornery. Or unloving. Or dishonest. *snort* Sorry, just couldn’t say it with a straight face.)