Savior

I’ve just been reading a poem by Richard Harris called “There are too many saviors on my cross” and in light of Christmas, I thought I’d share a few thoughts it sparked. They're not fully developed - just a few jottings. I hope they spark a few thoughts in you, whether in symphonious harmony with or violently against (or somewhere in between) what I've expressed.

People of many faiths use religion as camouflage for their personal agendas. In some ways I agree with Marx when he said that religion is the opiate of the masses. It can be. I think there is a difference between faith and blind acceptance of principles that sound good, or that have “always” been adhered to. While God expects us to take a few steps in the dark now and then (to see if we’ll still follow), generally I think he’s proud of us for using the noggins he gave us. Some people don’t know why they believe what they believe, and that’s a waste.

Why I believe what I believe:

I don’t claim to be the poster child for spirituality and godly perfection, but here is why I believe what I do.

How I know there is a God.

Communication. I pray and receive answers. When I talk to God, I can feel his presence. It’s a presence that’s hard to describe – not physical or emotional – it’s something that relates to other senses. Spiritual senses, I guess you might call them. When I ask questions, I get answers. When I tell stories, I sense he is listening (and often amused). When I go against certain principles, I sense a disappointment beyond my own conscience. And when I go with certain other principles, I sense a love toward myself and others that is far beyond my own capacity or natural inclination.

How I know there is a Savior:

I’ve studied the life of Jesus in the Bible, and I’ve talked to God about him. He says the Bible is speakin’ the truth. I know Jesus paid the price for my sins because when I ask for forgiveness, I can feel it coming. I’ve tried giving up bad habits or actions cold turkey without involving God. I can do it. But when I ask for his forgiveness and help, there is a power and a peace that come, that otherwise aren’t there.

I love Christmas. It’s a time to contemplate Jesus and the completeness he brings to my life.

Merry Christmas! I hope you can feel how much God loves you.