If a unique and specific God wanted to use a miracle to make a point, it seems to me He would be best served by a unique and specific miracle; one sufficient miracle. One miracle sufficient to prove that He was God and to fulfill His purposes as God. Not a miracle to just prove existence, but to prove His existence in specific.
If you imagine our moral history as a giant brick wall, Jesus Christ tagged it with a huge red cross.
Truth is, if I believed I lived up to everything it means to be a Christian, I would have failed to. Being aware of how far you have to go is part of following Jesus.
It’s functional. It is a working ethic. It informs my response to great questions.
I need a specific! A God who is there and is not silent. Most of all, I need a God who I can relate to and can relate to me. That’s the only way for me to ever have faith. And I think I found Him.
Anyone who seeks truth in any matter must endeavor to drop their luggage at the front door of the temple, otherwise the journey will be in vain.
….believing in God isn’t hard. Our actual cosmological knowledge is so limited and the mysteries so huge and profound and the ordering of the universe so cleverly arranged that it would be more of a leap for me to believe that nothing or no one is out there above it all. But faith, faith is hard.
Break your bonds, people of God. Return to your churches and light the fires of love. Bring your peacemaking war against the sleepy darkness of Sundays forgotten celebration.
Even in my worst places there have been reasons to celebrate, moments to celebrate in, and people to celebrate with!
It is possible to be obedient to God and to disconnect from Him emotionally. I relied on Him for guidance, but not for strength. I knew He loved me, but my returned passion was restrained.