It’s unnerving how speaking about ones faith or lack thereof is enough to stir a riot in people’s hearts in sometimes the worst way possible. I understand how for anybody that any belief can be a daunting thing even for those most comfortable in their existential standing. But the fact that there has to be such scrutiny for speaking out that you believe in Christ, Allah, Mohammed, the Hindu pantheon, the way of Buddha and so on is what unnerves me.

Yes I am a Christian and yes I believe in the one God that is the infinite and eternal, perfect and self-causing being that loves everything in creation and that He sent His son in the flesh of man to pay the greatest sacrifice of all time for all of man. Yes I realize the extremely vast connotations on world creation, morality and so on that this belief brings, and day by day any of us are challenged with some of the greatest questions of our lives and for me, my Father answered those in the most beautifully indescribable way I could imagine. But even so, I realize that immediately I am donned a dumb religious man-robot for believing in that.

Yes my family is Christian and raised me so, but even then it had to be up to each of my brothers to decide his own faith, and we found it, we found it in the prayers our parents would share to us every night before we fell asleep and every moment of maddening tragedy where the only words we could utter were Christ and Father. It shapes us as much as any experience but to elaborate on just exactly what makes a Christian takes a lifetime if not longer of patience, humility and most importantly love. 

So what does it mean to be a Christian or let alone have a faith? To me, it’s a brutally honest yet beautiful way I view the world and all it’s wonder, it means that no matter what I do I have Father that loves and cherishes every moment of my existence and that of every other living being. By no means is this an eternally happy affair but the goal of being a Christian isn’t happiness, it’s not “go to the altar and you shall never frown again”, instead it’s knowing that in the lowest moments that shape out life that it’s always for the better. 

Strange as it is to some I thank God for so much, and as of recently I thank Him every day for my girlfriend that I’ve been completely blessed to know and love, and every day I ask Him to show me just how beautiful He thinks she is and he delivers in abundance more and more every day, I just hope I’m capable enough to show her that, because when you find someone that means everything to you, you want them to know just how perfect they are. 

I can’t imagine many will read this if not any at all. But love your life, seek the world and all it’s splendor, and for those unsure of faith or religion, it’s your decision, but an open mind and heart will do wonders beyond the area of belief. 

My point is, I love my life, because God loves me, and my family loves me, and my girlfriend loves me, and there’s not a day I don’t smile or sing or dance because of it.

It’s unnerving how speaking about ones faith or lack thereof is enough to stir a riot in people’s hearts in sometimes the worst way possible. I understand how for anybody that any belief can be a daunting thing even for those most comfortable in their existential standing. But the fact that there has to be such scrutiny for speaking out that you believe in Christ, Allah, Mohammed, the Hindu pantheon, the way of Buddha and so on is what unnerves me.

Yes I am a Christian and yes I believe in the one God that is the infinite and eternal, perfect and self-causing being that loves everything in creation and that He sent His son in the flesh of man to pay the greatest sacrifice of all time for all of man. Yes I realize the extremely vast connotations on world creation, morality and so on that this belief brings, and day by day any of us are challenged with some of the greatest questions of our lives and for me, my Father answered those in the most beautifully indescribable way I could imagine. But even so, I realize that immediately I am donned a dumb religious man-robot for believing in that.

Yes my family is Christian and raised me so, but even then it had to be up to each of my brothers to decide his own faith, and we found it, we found it in the prayers our parents would share to us every night before we fell asleep and every moment of maddening tragedy where the only words we could utter were Christ and Father. It shapes us as much as any experience but to elaborate on just exactly what makes a Christian takes a lifetime if not longer of patience, humility and most importantly love.

So what does it mean to be a Christian or let alone have a faith? To me, it’s a brutally honest yet beautiful way I view the world and all it’s wonder, it means that no matter what I do I have Father that loves and cherishes every moment of my existence and that of every other living being. By no means is this an eternally happy affair but the goal of being a Christian isn’t happiness, it’s not “go to the altar and you shall never frown again”, instead it’s knowing that in the lowest moments that shape out life that it’s always for the better.

Strange as it is to some I thank God for so much, and as of recently I thank Him every day for my girlfriend that I’ve been completely blessed to know and love, and every day I ask Him to show me just how beautiful He thinks she is and he delivers in abundance more and more every day, I just hope I’m capable enough to show her that, because when you find someone that means everything to you, you want them to know just how perfect they are.

I can’t imagine many will read this if not any at all. But love your life, seek the world and all it’s splendor, and for those unsure of faith or religion, it’s your decision, but an open mind and heart will do wonders beyond the area of belief.

My point is, I love my life, because God loves me, and my family loves me, and my girlfriend loves me, and there’s not a day I don’t smile or sing or dance because of it.