Something stunning has happened at our church.
The story has been rising towards climax for months as our congregation wearied itself in prayer. This month, it was finally confirmed.
Until I’m given blessing to share more, I’ll limit the facts to two: it is unquestionably miraculous, and many have come to a powerful, swiftly mature faith in Jesus Christ through it – such that our firmly grounded Baptist pastor has compared it to “something out of the book of Acts”.
Sorry to be a tease.
But one thing on which I can confidently speak is what this miracle has done in my life: thrown into a sharp relief a wall in my heart. One built of a composite of materials, one that I let block me every time I consider sharing my faith in Christ. A wall of apologizing.
Apologizing for bad churches.
Apologizing for cosmically tough questions.
Apologizing for the idea of sin.
Apologizing for the ugliness of certain corners of my political party.
Apologizing for the cliches we throw around.
Apologizing for difficult doctrines that require great objectivity and surrender to consider.
Apologizing for others’ suffering and unanswered prayer.
Apologizing for the way God hasn’t made himself as evident as he could.
Apologizing for my flaws, which I fear disqualify me.
And so rarely sharing.
I do believe God is patient and has answers for these things – or comfort when answers cannot come.
But if I allow these considerations to suppress my witness of the very Jesus who claims victory over these things, to leave me walking on others’ eggshells, then something is off.
I’m afraid of what others will think.
It’s no more complicated than that. I fear reprisal. The loss of friends. The assault of a world that won’t abide the Gospel’s aroma. That unspoken instinct is really what’s at the bottom.
So I tiptoe. I trade in a mincing, eggshell-treading testimony that’s trying to placate rather than confidently proclaim.
There’s nothing like a miracle to jolt your faith. Jesus has taken a running start, lowered his head, and smashed through my hesitation like the Hulk through a twenty-foot clay bulkhead. Where is your boldness? he’s asking. In light of this incredible happening, why do you hesitate?
To those who do not yet know Jesus, bring your doubts and questions and worst mistakes if you must, but Jesus is real. He moves. He delivers. There is no difficulty to which he cannot respond with power, wisdom, and comfort. There is no sin you can mention that he is not willing to forgive.
So…you will be hearing from me. I’m now further than ever in my life from being able to keep silent. Even if I never get to share more about this particular miracle, I have others to tell of. He is real.
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