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Yesterday in church I listened to another great message
about God’s transforming power. I heard how as a young boy this Pastor learned
he needed Jesus’ forgiveness, and he began to live under God’s grace as a
changed, transformed Christian. It is a great story. As Christians we hear it
all the time. Over and over, young and old, they come, telling about lives
wretched with sin and unworthiness. Then they find God’s love and
transformation in Jesus.
I love those stories but I don’t relate to them. I think it
all sounds great but it isn’t my story at all.
I do understand in my heart the whole sin thing. Absolutely
without a doubt I was a sinner too. Selfish, mean, lazy, vengeful… the whole
ball of wax. I understand that I too need Jesus’ sinless sacrifice to make
things right with God. But that wasn’t what got me to the cross. That wasn’t what
turned the key and opened the door to Jesus for me.
It was truth.
Plain and simple.
Truth.
The problem is that for years I have beat myself up with the
idea that I wasn’t a very good Christian because I wasn’t undone by my
wretchedness and my need for a Savior; a need for escape and forgiveness. I
actually was a pretty good unbeliever, in the sense that I was a kinda nice
person and could have slipped right by Jesus; living my nice person life
without him.
Let me explain.
I was 16 and in my junior year of high school. I had a
friend who had a Christian boyfriend. Not a boy who went to church but a
living-breathing-every-part-of-his-life-sold-out-Christian. My friend also
began to live out her new faith in the same way. They were quite a pair
We hung out together and I ate lunch with them every day.
And every day I got Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
I was asked what I believed and why I believed it. I had to
think.
And that was the key to my heart.
You see, I didn’t feel wretched; no addictions, no crisis, I
didn’t need Jesus. So in God’s wisdom
my friends talked to me about Jesus, not me . They gave me Truth. With a
capital T. That was all I needed.
We talked about what I thought I believed. And they simply
asked, “Why do you believe that?” I had to think, to dig for answers. Then they
said things like: “The Bible says Jesus is God’s Son, born to die. What are you
going to do with that?”
That did it for me. I was challenged by the Truth. I wasn’t
told how sinful I was. I wasn’t told I needed to pray, read the Bible, go to
church or youth group, change my clothes, friends, or lifestyle. I wasn’t judged
or shunned. These conversations went on for 9 months. They were patient and
loving with me. But every day I was confronted by the mighty Truth of the Great
IAM. The unquestionable LORD, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. And the Son,
Jesus Christ. Messiah, Prince of Peace.
So when I tell the story of how Jesus changed my life, I say
I just got to a point where I knew my friends were right. It made sense to me.
Jesus was Truth.
And I wanted Him in my life.
Mr Lewis says it for me so well:
“One of the great
difficulties… is the question of truth. People always think you are
recommending Christianity not because it is true but because it is good. And in the discussion they will at
every moment try to escape from the issue “true –or False” into stuff about the
Spanish Inquisition, or France or Poland- or anything whatever. You have to
keep forcing them back, and again back, to the real point. Only thus will you
be able to undermine…their belief that a certain amount of religion is desirable
but one mustn’t carry it too far. One must keep on pointing out that
Christianity is a statement which, if false, is of no importance, and, if true, of infinite importance. The one thing
it cannot be is moderately important. “
Christian Apologetics, C. S. Lewis
If you are praying for someone in your life who doesn’t yet
understand or know Jesus as Savior, remember that the path to his heart may be
different from the way you got there. Listen to the Holy Spirit and He will
tell you the words you need. And don’t be afraid of the simple uncompromising
Truth.