I used to think that I needed to have a slick answer to this question. Something like: Jesus make ssense or Jesus gives meaning to my life or I saw a blinding light and heard God speak to me.
Whatever. We all know that dramatic conversion experiences are few and far between for the most part. We also know that many of us lack decent reasons for being Christians. In fact, I’m guessing that many Christians can’t quite explain it.
How did I end up following Jesus?
God called me. It’s as simple as that. He in fact is calling everyone. It’s just a matter of following when your eyes are opened to his calling.
I realized this last night while driving home, devoid of entertainment between a lame book on tape and a lame NPR program.
I was thinking about why I pray, read the Bible, or mess around with theology, and the best I could come up with was, “He did it.” Yes, it’s all God’s fault. I can’t take any credit.
Following Jesus really doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. It doesn’t make life easier. It doesn’t mean your problems will fall into place.
In fact, God demands that we live by faith in him. That is frightening. Letting go of control, seeking God above all else, and trusting him to catch you . . . that can be quite uncomfortable.
And yet, I cannot imagine living any other way. I think it should sound foolish. It should be worthy of scorn to those who are unfamiliar with the Lord and his ways. God has called me and I find real contentment in that.
For more about this, check out 1 Corinthians 1, especially verses 23-25 and 30-31.