No, I am not asking about your biological dad. I am talking about your real biological dad. God knew you before you were in your mother’s womb (Jeremiah 1:5). You may know Him. He is that still small voice that the world tries to pass off as our conscience. You know what I mean; you see an elderly lady struggling with her groceries and you suddenly have that gnawing feeling to assist her…or not. Perhaps you see a young man in the side of the road fumbling with the spare tire. Do you help? No, not right now, someone else will come along. Right? Whether we respond to His voice or not is entirely up to us. That is what makes Him so absolutely wonderful and just.
He is the God who asks each of us to “choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve” (Joshua 24:15). Will it be Him, the very One who created you and indeed everything that we have come to know, or will it be our flesh that is in constant rebellion toward God and in service to this world? The choice could not be easier. As a matter of fact, no other choice you will ever make will be as easy and render such a great reward. Choose life (Deuteronomy 30:19). Choose God!
“But I am young and just want to have fun. I am basically a good person. I have time, right?” Sorry. That doesn’t work. We are accountable to the Truth. I seriously doubt that is a single person that will read this that has not been presented with the Truth at some point in their lives. When the Truth is revealed to us Jesus promises that the truth will set you free (John 8:31), if you let it.
So then, we are without excuse. Oh, and just to let you know, being a Christian is NOT the end of fun times. On the contrary, it is truly just the beginning. If you let Him, He will take you on a journey of a lifetime; one that surpasses anything you have ever experienced before. I can honestly say that being in the presence of God is better than any drug. God will take you higher that you ever been. And this high does not go away. He is constant. Never changing. Always there. Ever merciful!
When God became flesh and made His dwelling among us (John 1:14), He made Himself readily available to all those that would come. His mercy and passion was lived out in His everyday life. No other person in the history of mankind has impacted the world in that way He has. No one else has ever offered themselves the way He has. No one has ever given their life the way He has. “27Just as man is destined to die once, and after that to face judgment, 28so Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many people; and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin, but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him” (Hebrews 9:27-28).
Just imagine, just for a moment, the very idea that God would actually manifest Himself in the world, in bodily form, in order to become the perfect sacrifice for His beloved creation. He literally felt every emotion we have felt; experienced every kind of pain. No other religion can make this claim. I repeat: NO OTHER RELIGION can say that their god became flesh and dies for his creation!
People ask “Well if God is so loving, so perfect, then why not just make us love Him? Why would He allow Hispeople to suffer?” I would put this question to the skeptic, “Why are people so willingly able to reject a God that has died for them? Instead of asking ‘why’ God allows these things just ask Him yourself and look to His Word to find the answer.” He has not left us to be ignorant. He has left us His Word so that we may know Him and His will. I can say this boldly and with confidence. Why? Because I was once a skeptic!
Oh yes, I once spit in the face of Christianity and organized religion as a whole. I mocked the cross. I profaned the name of God. I hated Christians with a passion, and everything they stood for. Indeed, my father was the devil, and I was proud of it! I went out of my way to make it be known. But alas! God was there when Satan was at my door, waiting to devour me. God was there when, in fear, I cried out to Him to make Himself known to me.
And you know what? The most amazing thing happened! God answered!! Even in my wretchedness, He extended His hand to me and pulled me out of the deep, dark pit that I had dug for myself. You heard me right. No one else dug that hole. It was all my doing. Even though I had so passionately denied Him, He still saw me as His child and took pity on me.
Yes, I know who my Daddy is. “For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, ‘Abba, Father'” (Romans 8:15). The good news is, is that every person on the face of this planet can know Him too. His arms are plenty wide enough to hold us all.