I used to admire skeptics from a distance. They asked bold questions—questions that rattled the quiet faith of many—and I respected that. But after reading a few books, I realized most of their questions weren’t new. They were echoes of doubts raised and wrestled with centuries ago.
At some point, I began to wonder: Do skeptics ever apply their skepticism to their own worldview? Or is their questioning just a mirror turned outward—never inward?
When I Thought God Was Partial
I was born a Christian. I went to church, attended events, sang the songs, nodded at sermons—but never really studied the Bible for myself.
All I knew was the story I’d heard since childhood: that Israel were God’s special people.
I accepted it vaguely, until college came and with it a restless desire to examine my faith. I told myself, If God truly loves one people more than another, then I’d rather not worship such a God.
So, I opened the Bible not to confirm what I’d heard—but to challenge it. And slowly, something began to happen.
When the Word Read Me
Page after page, the picture of God I had carried began to unravel.
This wasn’t a distant deity playing favorites; this was a God of unrelenting mercy.
A God who chose Israel not for privilege, but for purpose—to be the channel through which His love would reach all nations.
Then came the deeper revelation: I was His enemy, yet He chose me.
He died for me.
That realization tore down every wall I had built between myself and Him.
Israel was special, yes—but so was I.
And so is anyone who has tasted grace.
When Faith Didn’t Fix Everything
You’d think that moment of revelation would turn life into a perfect sunrise. It didn’t.
My problems didn’t vanish, my doubts didn’t dissolve, and my pain didn’t magically fade.
But my perspective changed.
I began to see a God who doesn’t stay outside the frame of human suffering.
He enters it.
He walks into the very story He wrote—fully divine, fully human—and bears the weight of every wound we’ve ever known.
No other worldview does that.
Materialism tells me suffering “just is.”
Christianity tells me suffering matters—and that God Himself took it up, to redeem it from within.
The Greatest Truth—or the Greatest Lie
If this story is true, it’s the greatest truth ever told.
If it isn’t, then it’s the greatest lie ever written.
There’s no middle ground.
But I’ve seen its fingerprints on my life—the quiet transformation of heart, the comfort of presence in pain, the strange peace that passes understanding.
And so, I believe—not because my questions are all answered,
but because I have met the One who is the Answer.
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