In a country that devours mystery novels every day, makes shows like CSI the number one show on television and has become more and more comfortable with some of the wieirdest theories about life ever imagined—many still struggle with the mystery of a supernatural Creator God. The funny thing is, it takes more imagination to believe the wacky stuff than it does to believe that we are the product of an intelligent plan and purpose. I recently heard a scientist talk about his faith...and this is no every day scientist. He is the director of the National Human Genome Research Project. His name is Francis Collins. He just released a book called: The Language of God: A Scientist Presents Evidence for Belief. And he's not the first very intelligent person to believe in God. C.S. Lewis, Albert Einstein, Abraham Lincoln are just a few on the long, long, very long list of intelligent, accomplished people who believed in God. So, when people say "weak minded" people believe to explain away the pain of life...they are just not looking at the facts. Faith is not the product of a weak mind. It's the product of an OPEN mind. I'm not advocating that anyone believe because someone else does, I'm just saying the biblical invitation is personal...to the individual. Seek and YOU shall find...TASTE and see that the Lord is good. And many other invitations are sprinkled abundantly throughout scripture. Some people say, "I got burned by a pastor." Or, "I got burned by a church or a phoney christian." That may be true, but we're not invited to examine anything other than the truth of who Jesus Christ was, what He did, and what He is still doing. The older I get, the less comfortable I am with accepting things without checking them out for myself. Even well intentioned people can say some pretty off-base things. And, frankly, I hear some strange things coming out of churches today. But the mystery we're invited to examine is centered on the one and only man who ever died, was buried and rose again. TODAY IS GOOD FRIDAY. I remember as a kid looking for the sky to darken around three in the afternoon because I thought it would be a sign that God was mourning THE MOMENT. Now I think that's just meterological...but the great mystery of the love of God demonstrated in Jesus Christ is a mystery I continue to pursue. This mystery is not about plot twists, or sophisticated criminology—it's about the examination of my soul and the essence of life. In my opinion, it's the deepest mystery that holds the greatest reward. Even in the bit by bit, piece by piece discoveries along the way—there is illumination and inspiration that can be found no where else but at the cross.
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