18 May, 2018

Dear Skeptic




I met a man once. I came to his door with some Christian literature and we got chatting about our views, and mostly, how they differed. He told me how he saw things, and I listened and tried to understand. He thought the only kind of god there could be was an evil controlling being, greedy of power and fame. I agreed that was a nasty picture, and wondered what his solution might be. 

He went on to say the only way the world would get better was if we stopped looking out for ourselves, our power, our fame, our money, our greatness, and how we could use other people to achieve that, and worked on a system of self-sacrifice. If people did good for others, if they were kind and honourable, if they all worked together to give everyone a decent life – even if it meant denying fame and power. That was the only system that would work, he said. That’s the only system he could agree to, or want to be part of. 

We discussed other ideas like what we thought of angels, the afterlife, and where this world’s going. But it kept coming back his ideal. I entirely agreed it would be only the only way to have peace and happiness and equality. 

To him, it was a dream; an impossibility, something that would be revolutionary if only it existed. To me, it is reality. It’s not a far-fetched ideal; it’s what I see in the life of Christ and His commission to His followers. It’s what I claim as my mission. It’s what gives me hope this world isn’t all there is, that my destiny is not left up to a controlling monster in the sky. It’s what drives me to aspire to live a life of service. I wanted to give him the hope I had, but he couldn’t believe such a noble way of living would exist, or could exist. 

See, this skeptic and I were actually the same. We both saw the only way to have a sustainable life system was to be based on the principle of love and selflessness. We both recognized that happiness and peace came not through controlling and subduing others, but by giving ourselves away. We both knew the current way of control and greed for power, or past religious efforts to subdue dissenters, could never bring peace. We both wished for a better place, where there was no suffering, and everything was perfection.

The difference was: I believed, and he didn’t. I had the hope of better things; he didn’t. I had the reason live boldy and make a difference; he didn’t. I lived as though it was reality; he lived as though it could never be more than a wistful longing. 

So my heart for you, dear skeptic, is not scorn. It’s not to push reams of science and facts and knowledge to somehow convince you. It’s not one of evasion, or thinking you’re less than I for doubting. It’s simply a question: what do you have to lose by believing?

8 comments:

  1. Great post, Jessica! It’s sad, people dream of things like hope as a far off thing... when really it can be a reality.
    Keep living for Him! :)

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    1. Thanks for your encouraging comments, Sarah! They never fail to bless me. :) It's true; hope is real, and it's right in front of us. xx

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  2. Thanks for posting this!
    I second Sarah's comment! :D Hope can only be apart of your life, if you believe.
    It is so sad when people get the idea of a God who is unmerciful and cruel. But God is anything but cruel, He's caring, forgiving, full of mercy, and love towards us!
    -Brooklyne

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    1. Amen! It is sad - I wish they could only understand, because then they would know what they could experience through Him. Thanks for your comment, Brooklyne! You're an encouragement to me. :) xx

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  3. Wow. This is a powerful and beautiful post, Jessica. Thank you for making me think.

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    1. Aw, all glory to God. Thanks for your encouraging comment, Tane! xx

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  4. Wow, putting it in this way is really good <3 Believing is the simplest thing, yet so hard.

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    1. It seems the more I think about it, the more I realize it all comes back to a choice. But like you said, that doesn't mean it's easy. Thanks for your comment, Autumn! I'm glad this spoke to you. :) xx

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