Intriguingly, this perhaps does a better job of answering Alan’s questions than my DiaBlogue. Alan, I hope you’ll read this, as I suspect it may provide more fruitful ground for discussion that abstract questions about the historicity of the Bible.
[Read more] to learn the real reason why I am a Christian.
by Ernest N. Prabhakar
The problem, I soon discovered, was that head knowledge and following rules didn’t do me a whole lot of good. It all came to a head when I was thirteen years old. I was above the top of my class, I was well known and respected in my community and school, I had a solid, loving, well-off family — in short, I had every prospect of a bright, successful future ahead of me. I had everything that most of the people around me were striving for, and I realized it didn’t matter. It wasn’t worth a thing.
The reason it didn’t seem worth anything was because I had no friends. I was utterly alone. I had a few people I hung around, but nobody I felt close to. Nobody really seemed to appreciate me for who I was. What was worse was that I realized I didn’t deserve any better. I knew that deep down inside I was a selfish, uncaring individual. I didn’t really love anyone else, so why should anyone love me?
The clincher was that I knew that I couldn’t change. That selfishness, that obsession with my own desires, was such a deep part of my nature, I had nothing to change it with. The Bible says “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; who can know it?” and I really felt the truth of that. I knew I was what the Bible calls ‘a sinner,’ because sin is precisely that selfishness and inability to love that I couldn’t get rid of.
Finally, after another episode of rejection at High School, I decided I had had enough. At this point I had a choice. I could to turn to the God whom I had heard so many people talk about, and find out if He could do what they said He could. Or I could just give up and say I was stuck that way, with only myself to turn to for help. But I had already decided that if that was all I could expect for my life, I would end it right there. The only alternative was death.
And in a sense, I did die. The Bible teaches that the only way to deal with sin is death. But God Himself, in the person of His Son Jesus Christ, died in my place – and then rose from the dead. Only God could love me in spite of myself, and have the power to give me a ‘heart transplant.’ He took a heart full of death, and gave me one full of life and love. I could be free to live a life of joy and meaning, free from sin (that is, life filled with selfishness), if I chose to let His heart beat within me, not mine. So I did.
It took me a long time to realize I was worth something, and even longer to start building meaningful relationships, but those things did happen. The one thing that did happen immediately was that I had hope. I knew that there was someone there who would share in my struggles, and more importantly would help me overcome them.
In a sense, every day is an echo of that same decision. I have traveled around the world, and sang and talked about God on three continents, and seen Him do unbelievable things in my life and in the lives of my friends. Yet I still find it hard to trust Him with many things I’d like to retain control over — possessions, relationships, the future — even though I know the only way I will ever gain anything is by ‘sacrificing’ it to Him. I say that with quotes, because everything I have ever turned over to God’s control He has given me back ten times better than before.
When I first came to God, it was because I saw a faint glimmer of hope that He might have something better. That turned into faith in Him and His ability to work in my life. When I say ‘faith’ I mean a conscious decision to bet my life — my self esteem, my security, my livelihood — on the fact that God knows how I ought and need to live far better than I do. And over the years, that faith is hardening into certainty, as in a thousand little risks (and a few big ones) I see God fulfilling His promises to me and showing His love for me.
I won’t say that my life is perfect, or that I understand everything about God and the Bible. I just know what I was, what I am, and what I am becoming. And that I owe all of that to a God who loves me and has the power to save me from myself, and make me into His image, His son. That is why I am Christian.