“If you declare with your mouth, ‘Jesus is Lord,’ and
believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be
saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and
are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are
saved.” –Romans 10:9-10 (NIV)
I am fortunate and blessed
to have a legacy of faith in my family. For as many generations as my family can
remember, we have been Christians. There is a heritage in Christ. However,
that’s not to say that my lineage hasn't had its share of non-believers. Every
individual needs to make the choice for him or herself. Some choose to continue
the legacy of faith, and some don’t. The important thing here is that
Christianity isn't just a family tradition for me. Christianity is a
hard-fought faith. My faith has been a journey for me and I have wrestled with
difficulties and doubt along the way—which is how my blog developed its moniker!
I’ll be the first to admit
that I am not perfect, nor do I have all the answers. However, in exploring my
faith honestly and critically, I can resolutely and with peace of mind declare:
Jesus is true. Jesus is the perfect Son of God who was killed and miraculously resurrected
so that I (along with anyone else who acknowledges the truth) could be reunited
with God.
However, being the emotional
and academic person that I am, this declaration is not always an easy decision
to stick to. Becoming a Christian is more than a momentary “conversion
experience.” Being a Christian involves a daily (or even minute-by-minute)
decision to put my own desires on the back-burner and bring God’s agenda to the
front. It’s not easy, and I have had more than my fair share of screw-ups.
My earliest memories begin
to surface as the age of five. I remember telling my mom one night at bedtime
that I wanted to be a Christian. She guided me through a simple prayer…
Dear Jesus,
I believe you died for me and rose again. Forgive me for my sins.
I want you to come into my heart.
Amen.
While many have prayed some
variation of a “Sinner’s Prayer”, this moment was the beginning of a journey
for me. In my early childhood I remember being frightened of not “really” being
saved, and therefore repeated some variation of a Sinner’s Prayer over and over
again throughout childhood and adolescence. For better or for worse, I was
raised in a denomination that I now consider fairly legalistic—I feel like the
emphasis was on rules and being saved from hell, rather than the emphasis being
on grace and a relationship with God.
However, regardless of the
pitfalls of some of the ideas I had growing up; the blessing comes in the fact
that I had a good start. I was raised in a family of faith and in a caring
church community. I am forever thankful for that early kick-start!
At age six I decided it
was time to take the next step in my faith commitment—I decided to get
baptized. For those unfamiliar with this ritual, this can seem a bit strange…
however, this is the symbolic expression of a Christian’s commitment to their
faith. It represents the death of selfish desires and the resurrection of
righteousness in Christ. I know that’s a lot of “Christianese”, but suffice it
to say that this was an important step in my journey. The timing of my baptism
was unusual, however. I do not believe in infant baptism, and as such most
people that grow up in a similar denomination wait until adulthood to get
baptized. However, I was a tenacious and zealous child and as such I was able
to demonstrate an understanding of baptism to my pastor that convinced him I
was ready to take that step!
My tenacity of faith
continued through my adolescence. I was a passionate child, and while I’m often
nostalgic for that carefree heart-first faith, I know it sometimes got me into
trouble. My legalistic knowledge of my faith led me to be pushy and judgmental
when it came to “witnessing” to my friends. While my intentions may have been
good, I’m afraid I went about advertising my faith in the wrong way.
Along the way I went to
countless nights of Bible camps and many Christian youth conferences/retreats.
Being a Christian was easy. Everything seemed black and white. Emotions ran on
over-drive.
But one day, reality hit.
In August 2003, at the age
of 16, I went to Ecuador for a year-long exchange trip. This trip affected me
in many ways and, by no means the least of these effects, was the fact that this
was my first taste of independence. This was my first experience of stepping
outside the bubble of protection my parents had carefully constructed around
me. I was on my own.
This year was,
simultaneously, one of the best and worst years of my life. I cried out to God
in my homesickness and loneliness, and, for one of the only times in my life I
was completely dependent on Him. As a result, my relationship with God was
closer than it ever had been. God was the only one who understood the words I
spoke for many months as I struggled to learn the language. He was the only one
I could go to, and my utter dependence on him was rewarded by a rich,
fulfilling and very real relationship. God was real and near. God spoke to my
heart so loudly it was nearly audible.
Ah, but how quickly
blessings and mini-miracles are forgotten when the distractions of life creep
back in. This seems to be a theme in my life. I have been blessed with some
acute close encounters with God. Mini-miracles that I know God had a direct
hand in. In those moments I am on a mountaintop and my faith is made real and
all doubts removed. However, it doesn't take long for the memory of those
moments to fade and for life to pile on the distractions once more.
Another one of these
“mini-miracles” happened in my marriage. My husband and I met in high school
and were shopping for engagement rings before graduation. We married at the
tender age of 19, in 2006. I have no regrets in how young we got married, but
we had a great deal of maturing to do and we had forced ourselves to do so
together—slowly and painfully.
In 2010, these growing pains
reached a critical point. We were both incredibly selfish people and had said
and done things to hurt one another along the way, and sparing the unnecessary
details, our marriage reached a precarious tipping point. At that point, as I
was staring over the cliff’s edge and seeing the death of my marriage looming
before me, God took over. He gave me the words to say, patience and love like
I’ve never experienced before, and a saturating peace that could only come from
Him. God saved my marriage and transformed my husband and me in the process.
It was after the
revitalization of my marriage that I made the decision to actively return to my
faith. I truly believe God used that heartbreaking experience to strengthen my
faith in Him. For years—our entire young marriage—my husband and I had been
drifting in our faith and stagnating--we all but walked away entirely. However, after that restoration of our
marriage we were drawn back to Him and He transformed our very hearts. My
husband and I were both healed and delivered from some very damaging sins.
And yet… the joy of
blessings is once again replaced by hopelessness and doubt…
Fast forward to the near-present
you will find my husband and me struggling with unexplained infertility. We
have been trying for over a year to conceive a child, to no avail. I find it
tempting to slip back into despair and accuse God, rather than trust him.
However, I have once again come back to a point where I am convinced that God
is ready to perform another “mini-miracle” in my life. God has always used the
most difficult circumstances of my life to draw me back to Him.
“We can rejoice,
too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us
develop endurance. And
endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our
confident hope of salvation. And this hope
will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because
he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.” –Romans
5:3-5 (NLT)
“ Blessed
is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that
person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those
who love him.” –James 1:12(NIV)
Why do I believe in God, in
Christ? Beyond all the “academic” reasons I've explored already, I believe in
God because I have experienced him in
very real ways. I have always felt a tugging at my heart in my darkest days, as
though the Spirit within me is straining at the bars of my rib cage to drag me
back to God. The Prodigal Son didn't recognize his need for his Father until he
reached rock-bottom. A person doesn't appreciate water until he’s truly thirsting. A
soul doesn't understand its need for God until it’s in turmoil.
I am growing. I am an
imperfect person who struggles with anger, impatience, selfishness, and
jealousy, but I feel God shaping me and teaching me to be a better person. No
one can refute the relationship I know
I have with God on a very real, very personal level. I have felt and seen God
work in my life. God has brought me through life’s difficulties with a
fortified soul. God is proving to me that he is faithful.
And because God is faithful, I have hope in dark times. I have purpose in
suffering. I have meaning in life. I have an eternal future that starts today.
I have joy because I know I’m forgiven for the times I mess up. I have peace in
the promises to come.
Thank you, God.
*This personal testimony was the conclusion to the "Why Believe?" series