I don’t know what you’d call me. A thinker, perhaps. I think about things on a really big scale sometimes and people look at me like I’m weird when I make analytical and philosophical comments.
Nothing new there.
Anyway…I’m that weird friend that likes to talk about why things are the way they are. The meaning of life, the measure of success…all that jazz.
But I rarely stop there.
When I think, my life gets put into perspective.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about religion.
Usually, “religious” people have a normal life. School. Work. Play. Family. And on top of that, church and spiritual things once a week or so.
But that bothers me. If our lives are so-called “religious,” why isn’t it integrated into our lives?
That’s a question that has been weighing on me lately, as you probably read in my post about Church Camp Christians.
Honestly, though, my thoughts have been going even deeper than that.
These philosophical contemplations hit me at random times.
I few weeks ago, I was sitting around in my own little head (like I do most days), and thinking.
Why is Jesus the only way?
Why do I really live the way I do?
Why does God deserve my worship?
Could I just pick some other religion if I wanted to?
And I mean, I do know the answers to those questions.
I realize that I don’t have too much of a choice. This is God’s universe. He created it. He has existed forever and ever.
Now, when I say that I don’t have much of a choice, please don’t take it the wrong way.
It’s just like this.
I either choose to love God and be saved by Him, or I don’t.
I choose His way, or I choose mine.
At first, this might seem unfair. Who put God in charge?
Well, that’s the thing. This is HIS universe. He didn’t have to create us, but He did anyway. He knew we’d rebel against Him, but He created us and loved us anyway. He knew that we would rebel and therefore break our relationship with Him, but He still sent Jesus for us. He still forgives our sin because of His grace. And He deserves our worship because He is God. It’s not really explainable.
God has always existed, and always will exist. Earth is just a smudge in all of eternity.
So, why is Jesus the only way? Well, if there was another way to God, one that was easier, then why would Jesus have come in the first place?
Simple. He wouldn’t’ve. There’s no point in an unnecessary sacrifice.
When I look at the world, my thoughts are provoked.
When I see people walking in the streets. When I see people in stores. When I see people writing books or making movies.
What are they living for?
Do they realize that we are made for more than just going through boring old life?
Do they realize that God is at the center of the universe? That He is in control? That He wants to have a personal relationship with them, no matter how far gone they are?
Do they realize that they’ll never be satisfied until they get to know God for who He is?
Just a simple shift in perspective makes me realize that it’s not about me.
It’s not about how good I am, but about how good God is. He loved me, and gave Himself for me.
I don’t live out of guilt, obligation, or drudgery.
I live because I don’t deserve grace. I don’t deserve love. I don’t deserve hope.
And yet, I have been given it. It’s beautiful, really. Inspiring.
If you consider Christianity a religion, then I want my religion to bleed into my everyday life.
No, actually, I want it to take over.
I want my relationship with Jesus to be the thing that I live for. The thing that makes my heart beat. The thing that inspires me.
And you know what?
It sure does.