Have you ever heard someone say “you Christians created a god because you need a crutch?” I’ve heard that, or something like it, many times. And my response to that is… “Yep, I sure do!” And so does everyone else. The difference between believers and unbelievers is the kind of crutch. Once I discovered God loves me…and once I discovered the mountains of evidence of His existence I knew I have to believe.
I can’t imagine living in a world where no hope of eternity exists. Even if the accounts of Jesus, found in the Bible, were just fairy tales, I’d still want to believe that. Wouldn’t you like to believe this messed up world isn’t all there is? Wouldn’t you prefer to have hope springing from your heart like a fountain of crystal clear water? Wouldn’t you prefer to know and understand you’re actually designed by a loving God instead of just some serendipitous combination of electricity and goo?
All you need to do is look into the evidence a little deeper…with a mind open to new information…and a heart open to eternal love. And pray to the God who listens to ask Him into your heart and change your eternal dwelling place. I whole-heartedly trust that when you do, He will, and you’ll also say…
I Have To Believe
I can hear my heart, but I just can’t feel my life.
I can feel You cut, but I just can’t see the knife.
You slip Yourself inside of me
To show me what I’m meant to be;
Unlock me with Your golden key;
Protect me from the wizardry
Of this world far below.
I can feel Your love; though I never see Your face,
And whenever I’m alone, You still fill the empty space.
I never have to reach for You.
You always seem to pull me through.
You do the things that I can’t do;
Not even if I wanted to…not even if I tried.
And I have to believe…You did everything for me.
‘Cause what I have to believe
Is the truth that sets me free (repeat)
You must know my dreams
Because you’re making them all come true.
I know that You’re the One
Because no one could but You.
Your steady hand is always near.
With perfect love You conquer fear.
You brush away the dark veneer,
And suddenly it’s all so clear which way I should go.
© 1989 Tony Funderburk
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