Why Are You A Christian

I came across this post, “The Beginning of the End” where the author cited the following question as the beginning of the unraveling of their belief in God: “Why Are You A Christian?”

Found wanting by their inability to give a reason for the faith/trust they’ve been proclaiming to have placed in God, the author “scrambled” for an answer, eventually borrowing from C.S. Lewis’ Surprised by Joy and “tacked on to the end: [G]od is the only thing that fits that longing,” thoroughly ‘knowing’ that was not the truth but saying what the audience “wanted, needed, to hear.”

They proceeded to end their post with: “Thus, a question which was supposed to bolster ones faith proved to be the catalyst for apostasy. How’s that  for divine planning?”

The lessons from this post for me are very simple, but profound.

1. The question is a great one; one we should all be asking ourselves: Why am I a Christian?

2. Such a question is not meant to bolster anyone’s faith. This question is meant to reveal what’s in your heart. The author has clearly demonstrated that while they could deceive an audience – that lacks discernment -through flowery pretentious speech, they failed at convincing the most important audience: themselves, let alone The Almighty God who already knows the thoughts and intents of the hearts of all men.

3. How’s that for divine planning: Absolutely brilliant! How incomprehensibly awesome is my God, who invalidates the cleverness of the ‘clever.’


11 thoughts on “Why Are You A Christian”

  1. Well said. As to this, that blogger is absolutely right, “God wasn’t the only thing that could fit that longing..” There are many other things we can pour into the abyss of our souls that will temporarily satisfy that hunger, that longing too, wine, women, and song, fast cars, love of money, sex, drugs, plastic surgery, assorted quests for power, status, a big house, a perfect house, gambling, self harm, psychology, philosophy, the list is just endless. There is nothing new under the son, it has all been tried before. It is not that God is the only thing that will fit there, it is that God is the best thing that will fit there.

    A better question to ask ourselves is why do we try so hard to resist Who fits there best, and instead go about trying to pursue anything and everything that will just eventually leave us feeling emptier than ever?

    I’m chuckling here, but one could even say I am a Christian because I seem to have an insatiable and hedonistic hunger that can only be satisfied with the Bread of Life.

    1. Thanks for such an insightful and wise comment IB.
      Indeed, who knows us and our purpose better than the manufacturer/Creator.

      And when we choose to live our lives apart from our intended purposes, all we end up doing is cycling on things that can only bring temporary satisfaction, but will never satiate our innate hunger and thirst for what ONLY the “Bread of Life” can satisfy.

      Such a seemingly simple but ‘difficult’ truth to accept, indeed.
      Another great question that exposes what’s truly in our hearts: Why do we try so hard to resist.

    2. “A better question to ask ourselves is why do we try so hard to resist Who fits there best, and instead go about trying to pursue anything and everything that will just eventually leave us feeling emptier than ever?”

      I’m watching God woo a friend and I am watching her resistance. In her case it is fear. Her anything and everything has been keeping her afloat for many years – like clinging to wreckage in the sea.

      She sees a hand extended to pull her from the water, but she has to let go of the wreckage in order to grab the hand. If she lets go, she could drown. The wreckage’s ability to keep her afloat (even if it is in a sea of misery) is a sure thing. The extended Hand may or may not be strong enough to lift her into the boat. And where’s the boat going anyway?

      It’s hard to trust the Hand when a voice keeps whispering that the Hand can’t or won’t carry her the distance.

      1. That was just beautiful, Julie. I too have been that survivor clinging to wreckage, afraid to let go and reach for His hand. It requires a real leap of faith, a bit like falling backwards and trusting He’s going to catch you. It’s not easy, not for the faint of heart, that’s for sure. I guess when we finally get tired of being a half drowned bit of flotsam clinging to wreckage, we take the chance.

      2. It wasn’t until after I was safely in the boat that I had to take a scary leap of faith and let go of my defense mechanisms. I remember fearing that if I let them go there would be nothing left of me.

      3. Ah, how comforting your words are Julie, because I too have been there. I feared letting go because if I let go there would nothing left of me, I would be erased, I would cease to exist. Dying to self, as if there would be no self once I let go and I would simply be consumed by the ocean, by that abyss of darkness. There’s Something wonderful in that abyss however, Something so beautiful and powerful, I wonder why I waited so long, how silly I was to fear. Our God is the kind of God you just want to run towards, once you know Him. But before you know Him? Absolutely terrifying. 😉

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