I Used To Make Fun Of Christians
For most of my life, I thought Christianity was kind of ridiculous. Not trying to be rude. That's just honestly what I thought.
I had Christian friends, but I never took any of it seriously. One of my closest friends became a Christian. Like really became one.
He started reading his Bible all the time. He started talking about Jesus all the time. And honestly, I thought he had lost it.
We'd go back and forth for hours. I would throw questions at him about science, suffering, the church...whatever I could think of. He never seemed rattled by any of it and that really annoyed me.
One day he asked me: "Have you actually read the Bible for yourself?" The answer was no.
That question bothered me for weeks because I realized most of what I believed about Christianity came from other people, not from actually looking into it myself.
So I bought a Bible. Not because I was looking for God. I wasn't. I bought it because I wanted to prove my friend wrong.
I remember sitting there with a notebook on my lap, highlighting things, writing notes, looking up verses, and trying to find all the reasons Christianity couldn't be true.
But the more I read, the more I realized a lot of my opinions were about a book I had never actually read. That was really hard for me to admit.
The person I couldn't get past was Jesus. Not church. Not religion. Jesus.
I kept reading and thinking, "Who actually talks like this?!"
It's scary what our egos can do. For months I was so focused on proving my friend wrong that I never stopped to ask if I was wrong.
Looking back now, I think underneath all my skepticism was a lot of pride. Some anger. And honestly, a whole lot of shame.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry. As a man, it's a hard thing to admit. Not because I lost an argument or my friend beat me in some debate. I cried because for the first time, I felt like God was real.
Later on, I apologized for being so hard on him. I thanked him for sticking around when I was doing everything I could to prove him wrong.
Looking back now, I can see God was using him the whole time, just to get to me.
And I'll always be grateful for that.
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