I get the doubt, and even the hesitation, in following Jesus.
It all sounds a bit far-fetched. A God who exists somewhere else, breathing life into nothing to create everything. A creation with a mind of her own turning her back and walking away. A broken-hearted God pursuing rescue for the world that left Him behind. And yet still, a kingdom found in the unlikeliest of places; in the eyes and hearts of the least desirable among us, in which is found all the fullness of the above mentioned God.
It all sounds a bit too good to be true. The doubters have a point. I sometimes wonder why churches treat them with such confrontational and alienating attitudes. Nobody wants to be made a fool who fell for a fairytale.
What I struggle to understand is how those of us who follow Jesus are so unimpressed by the mystery of it all.
Isn’t it sad how we’ve settled for pews rather than adventure? How we’ve rewritten the Gospel to be so safe and ordinary? We’ve crammed the story of God into the context of our lives, rather than allowing the Gospel to redefine and reshape our context. We’ve reduced Jesus into a boring preacher, and His movement into a subpar Sunday production.
If you don’t believe me, just look into our eyes on a Sunday morning. Watch at how they glaze over when we worship and talk about Jesus. And see how they dance and come to life when we talk about anything else.
How utterly absurd that we think the doubters lack faith. I kind of think they are the only ones pursuing it.