I am—as anyone who spends any time poking around this blog can surely tell—a committed believer in Jesus Christ. Some days, I can also call myself a committed disciple of Jesus Christ; some days, not so much. As Andrew Peterson wrote in “The Chasing Song,”
Now and then these feet just take to wandering;
Now and then I prop them up at home.
Sometimes I think about the consequences—
Sometimes I don’t.
Still, for all my failures in living it out, I’m committed to the walk. I’m committed because I believe Jesus spoke truly when he told his disciples he is the way, the truth, and the life. I believe the people of God, from our founding in Abraham all the way through to the church of today, have been given the only true account of the existence of the material world, and the only true account of human existence. I don’t think any one branch of the Christian tradition has a perfect or complete understanding of that truth, and still less any individual believer; the fact that each of us is both limited and sinful ensures that our best understanding will be both incomplete and flawed. I believe God uses even those flaws to his own purposes.
I’m absolutely committed to Jesus because I believe that faith in him is true, even if my faith in him is only imperfectly true. If anyone could prove to me that the Christian faith is false, I would abandon it. That might seem like a hard right turn to some, but it isn’t; I want to believe what is true, not what is congenial. That’s why I’m still a Christian after forty-plus years of life and twelve-plus years in the pastorate.Read more