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Why Jesus?

It’s painful to admit, but there was a time when I didn’t believe in Jesus. I’d grown up believing, but then my big ol’ brain (ha) got in the way. Even as God wooed me back years later and I began to renew my faith in a benevolent creator, I still questioned Jesus. It was C.S. Lewis that finally brought it home for me by showing there’s no logic in recognizing Jesus simply as a good man, prophet or teacher. Jesus made the outrageous claim to be the Son of God—if that’s not true, it would make Him a lunatic or a liar. It’s a life or death choice each one of us must make. There’s no socially-safe, lukewarm, middle-ground to stand on. When I searched my heart, it was impossible for me to think of Jesus as crazy or evil, so I chose to believe that He was (and is) who He said He was (and is. And always will be).

Isaiah 53:1 beautifully describes Jesus as the “Arm of the Lord.” Through Christ, God reaches out to hold our hands. He is personal, accessible and intimate. Human. He puts His Spirit in our hearts, saying, “they will all know me, from the least of them to the greatest.” (Jer. 31:14)

Why Jesus? Count the stars if indeed you can—so shall the reasons be. As someone who almost missed them all, I treasure each one He reveals.

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