All over the world, throughout history, there are these people walking around claiming to be Christians. There are black people, yellow people, red, and white. Couldn’t be more different than day and night. People, people calling out that word: Christian.
“Really? You are?” That one takes me by surprise. Because some of them are rude, some of them are lazy, some of them just drive me absolutely crazy with their “do this” and “don’t do that.” It is something that I want absolutely no part of.
But who is this guy Jesus? He is not at all like those labeling themselves Christians. And I check him out and I see him rebuking Pharisees. He is friends with people, people like me. This just doesn’t make any sense.
Religion. Full of rules of do this and be rewarded or do this and be punished. That makes sense to me. It gives me something to work for. It gives me structure. I can check off boxes and point fingers. I see a do and a don’t. That makes sense.
But Christianity, it tells me of a God, he made this very earth. He knows all the stars in the endless heavens, his mere thought filled the world with lions and kangaroos and animals yet to be discovered. And yet, he knows my name. That does not make sense.
That God, the God of christianity, knows it all from creation until forever. He tells the sun to shine and the rain to fall and yet he listens to my prayers. That makes no sense at all.
He is a God that rejects religion, religion that I can understand. He left perfection in heaven and suffered and died for me. For me? He knows I sin. He knows I am weak. And yet he loves me as his child. It makes no sense at all. My mind wants to understand and this I can not wrap my mind around.
The God of the heavens, the one who made it all, he knows everything, he is all powerful, and he loves me as his own. He forgives and empowers. When I see me and I see him, this love makes no sense at all. This, I can not understand. This I can not reject.