liar... lunatic... no... LORD!

Before you read this... honestly think to yourself for 15 seconds about what it would be like if what you were supposed to devote yourself to was actually quite simple.

This summer I've realized how many friends I have who are searching, searching for truth. This summer I've realized how many of my friends are uncertain, uncertain about almost everything. Because of this I have been thinking alot about what it would be like to be in this situation myself. I've always had a Christian worldview, a scriptural perspective. If I were one these friends that I mentioned; would I desire set in stone proof that Christ is Lord? Would I at least require evidence that it is extremely likely? What would I believe in if I didn't confess Christ as Lord? I already live a life chock-full of sin, I'm already a huge hypocrit... how much more sin would there be in my life without Him? Would I live a life filled with peace, or a life filled with anguish and confusion?

C.S. Lewis, a phenomenal Christian author said it best, yet "He said it" without true precision. He said that if we don't make Christ Lord we make him a liar or a lunatic. I would contend that nearly all evolutionary scientists, atheists, muslims, and people of other faiths would confess that they believe a "man" named Jesus Christ once existed, and that he was a great moral teacher. There's just to much evidence (evidence accrued from secular work even) to deny it. But the theory that Christ was merely a great moral teacher that lied about being God doesn't pan out at all. Christ was not a great moral teacher if He Himself lied. His instruction to love your neighbor as yourself then meant nothing, His instruction to turn the other cheek, and to treat your neighbor as thyself then meant nothing. Besides, any man who knew full well that He would die an early, and agonizing death for the claim of His own deity should be considered a lunatic by default. In conclusion it is only reasonable to make Christ Lord, or lunatic. Not only am I unable to condemn a man who taught love, selflessness, and humility, to a status of lunacy but I am also unable to forget the blatent revelations of His own majesty that God has yielded unto me during my brief 19 year stint of life.

I pray that the blood of my friends (I consider literally anyone I know a friend in this regard) will not stain my hands now or ever.

I won't garner all of the peace, certainty, inexplicable guidance, and unabashed purpose that overflows in my life to myself.

Wisdom calls out in the streets, how much longer will you choose to evade it, and for how much longer will you choose to nurture new reasonings in order to justify this type of evasion? It doesn't matter what you have done, Christ still wants you. What if the "leap of faith," the leap from living a life filled with aimlesness, and uncertainty, to a life of purpose, isn't actually that scary but is rather a simple surrender?

I make each of the previous contentions as a sinner and hypocrit in need of Christ's unfailing love and mercy just as much as the next.