I thought I would have another look see at this forum. I don't want to upset anyone, that isn't my aim at all. However I am trying to understand what makes those who belong to the 'born again' version of Christianity tick. It caused me such grief as a kid, it isn't surprising that I find it a difficult concept to get my head around.
I do believe it's the Biblical concepts in general that you have a problem with. You might even buy into the historical veracity of the bible, but those concepts!!!!! Now those are real show stoppers!!!! The inability of man for whatever the reason to even contemplate the probability of these concepts when historically through science the book in its' descriptions and accounts of the times and people are valid must lead one to either accept the truth of the message of what is contained therein or reject it as a lie. This has always been the case. The conditions of this are the same for everyone. Accept or reject. No one can convince another of the validity of this message that is contained within the pages of the Bible. The one thing one must come to terms with is, the reason why one accepts or rejects the message being communicated therein. What is the foundation for this belief or lack thereof? I hope you don't mind but a little story concerning a man I used to work with. Amazing, in that I was talking with his daughter-in-law just today about him. The story I'm about to recount was actually new to her. One she had been totally unaware until today..........
To start out with he, let's call him Fred considered himself an atheist. Educated and a true professional in everything he did. Military man, EMT, Correctional Captain, Master Instructor, Teacher. Men would call him "A man's man". Women would say "cuddly bear". Yet as always happens when a believer and atheist meet, the topic of Christianity popped up or should I say the belief in a God verses no god. Two opposing forces it seems! Still, us having to work together, at times, or should I say interact when the job called for it. Would eventually wind up with either one of us asking the other why do you believe what you believe. You know sharing! Except men would call it "manly sharing or male bonding" His case was he could not believe those evangelist or preachers! Cruel god, mean, god, if he's so all powerful why does he let the things that happen, happen (sound familiar?). People need a crutch etc. These talks went on for I'd say about 10 years, give or take a year. Throughout the years we'd talk, and eventually he would hear something that he didn't like and would go stomp back off to his office. I of cause would pray for him, as I pray for you as well JJ50. But like a bear that loves his honey, he had to keep coming back to get stung over and over again. Humm....sometimes I believe he would leave quite satisfied with himself, while other times I do believe he might have left with a belly ache.
It wasn't until mortality set and he was diagnosed with cancer that he started to really listen. Whether it was from me or others, and there were others from both factions in his family, I don't know. But he argued less and actually started to listen to what was being said. Seeing death closing in on you I guess makes one reflective of the past, present and if there's a future. Especially when the death is not a quick one, but one that can be prolonged. Eventually the chemo and radiation wore him down (He was 75yrs old or thereabouts at this time) and he had to get hospitalized. Yet before that, he let me know that he had started to go to a church where one of his sons went (The other couple of sons are either agnostic or atheist). Having a class, and being the educated man that he was, I'm sure he really gave that preacher hell (oops...you know what I mean).
Well, as I said he was hospitalized and received treatment which went on for awhile. One day talking with his son who also worked in our area (agnostic), the the old man's man, cuddly bear Fred was going to be released! The treatment had worked and he had a clean bill of health and was heading home (Released I believe on a Thursday). I felt something tell me (I would say Holy Spirit, but it's one of those concepts that are hard to believe in

go visit him. This was Tuesday when I felt this compunction and had this pull to go. So I made up my mind to go visit him Wednesday with my old trusty bible in hand. I'm no preacher (you might think otherwise with all this typing

so walking around the hospital I do believe folks seeing me with this Bible in hand the looks I received had me believing they must have thought I was some type of preacher going to visit the sick folks!
Anyway. I got to his room and he was still hooked up to an IV which of cause concerned me, but the smile on his face as he was lying there confirmed that he was just fine. So I sat down and we talked. He looked at me and started to tell me why over the years he could not believe. Remember I said in the opening that there's a foundation for why we either believe or don't believe the message? Well, he started to tell me his reason. It went back to his childhood, and his upbringing. His mom would always tell him that the bible was fake, and he should never believe those religious folks who were trying to push this at him. Imagine, a whole childhood being told that it's fake and a lie! Who won't believe "mama"? At least that is what she told him until she was herself was on her death bed! He was almost 16 - 18 yrs old when she started to die and this happened. She grabbed his arm and told him to go get a priest!!!!
Can you believe it? Well, being the young man that he was, he did what he was asked to do and made a promise to himself that he would never be the hypocrite that his mother was to say I don't believe something then change ones' mind when death was staring one in the face (man's man remember). So good young atheist that he was he went out into the world to make his mark and live his life with no God and as far as I'm concerned which I told him in years past. No hope of anything after death. End of upbringing..........welcome world......enter Fred laying in hospital bed.
He then told me that before he went into the hospital that while at class in church he had communion (bread & wine) (another concept

For someone who is a believer they understand the significance of this. But still doubting his words, I had to ask. He looked at me in the eyes clear as day and said yes I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior! The rest was chit chat and I couldn't wait for him to get back to work yadda, yadda, yadda. Me wanting to sing and praise God all over the place!!! Him to rest and get his sponge bath
I go to work the next morning feeling awesome from the day before and a call comes in from the hospital. Happens sometimes where I work so no surprise. It seems, Fred the man's man, cuddly bear cancer survivor, had died from an blood clot that had reached his heart that morning and burst.
Talking with his daughter-in-law today made me realize that the reason I was pulled to go to the hospital to talk with Fred. Was not for him, but for me. So I would know that he was a believer when he died. That the questions one asks of oneself would be unnecessary. Such as. Could I have done more (we really don't do anything), did I miss something? All the nagging questions one asks when someone as a believer you know dies and you don't know if they know Christ Jesus as their Savior. God in his compassion allowed me to know the answer as it concerned Fred. Fred died believing in Jesus Christ! After all the years of talking back and forth I could be comforted in the knowledge that yes he believed! In turn with a this came this story his story and the one I share with you today.
No amount of logic, study, can all of sudden tell you that what you read in the Bible is true. Only God can do that, but one has to be willing to listen. Was the initial call to come to TJ maybe in the guise of ridiculing them Christians and their crazy faith a slight nudge from Him to you? Everyone here comes from the foundation of not believing which can be as varied as the fish in the sea. To one of belief and that also is as varied as their are people. The reason it has happened to each person here at TJ and not to you. I don't know accept to say that God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life, and that everyone here believes that. The only thing that separates us at this time besides belief, is that we have taken the time at some point in our lives to really listen, and believe.
What it really means also, is the death that comes to us all, does not have the same meaning to us as it does to you. For you it's an end. Period. Then nothingness. To us who call Jesus Christ Savior. It's means a new beginning and one that has no end to it. Call the messenger a poor, misguided, lunatic, but the message has not changed for over two thousand years. Its promise remains the same and is open to all that still have breath. My hope and I'm sure others here as well (though unspoken). Pray that you JJ50, may one day also take a close accounting of the message and open yourself to not only the possibility of it being true, but the call that will touch your spirit and quicken you in anticipation for a rebirth, a new day one that will last you forever no matter what may come, into an awesome new life.
Praying for you JJ50.
C4E