This is why I believe in Jesus.

Dylann Roof forgiveness

Forget the Bible.

Forget historical records.

Forget faith and personal conviction.

Forget all those things for this single aching moment.

I believe in Jesus because of forgiveness.

But not just an afterthought-sort of forgiveness made for misdeeds done decades ago.

No.

I believe in Jesus because of face-to-face forgiveness for a man who took someone you love less than 48 hours prior.

Hardly 2 days.

I could maybe understand a forgiveness like that after 2 decades — “enough” years of grief and acceptance, if there could ever be such closure. The time to weep, time to heal, time to talk and be still and somehow amble forward.

But forgiveness in 2 days?

In 2 days the tears are still damp against your cheeks.

In 2 days your eyes are lined and sore with sleeplessness.

In 2 days your head is dizzy with disbelief, your insides numb and burning all at once.

In 2 days you cannot piece together complete sentences, let alone the one sentence that says

I

forgive

you.

Forgiveness like that is illogical. It doesn’t make sense for 2 decades, and it certainly doesn’t make sense in 2 days.

And yet it happened last week at a Charleston bond hearing.

How does forgiveness like that even exist? Where do those three impossible words come from?

I don’t know any of the Charleston victims’ families. We’ve never met. And yet I think we have a common Brother. I am sure of it, actually.

I could never prove Jesus is “real” in a tangible sense. I can’t show you the surveillance footage from His tomb. I can’t pry open my chest and show you the mystical blue light of the Holy Spirit. I can’t even point to a particular corner of the sky and allow you to absorb the ageless face of God himself.

I can’t show you the wounds in Jesus’ hands. I can’t even touch them myself, unlike my doubting scriptural namesake.

But I can point you to Charleston.

There you’ll find unspeakable pain, yes, but you’ll also discover something greater than gaping wounds.

“Hate won’t win.”

and

“I forgive you.”

Look no further than Charleston for resurrection breaths in flesh and bone and tearful voices.

I don’t understand why a good God allows atrocities like the Charleston shootings. Believe me, as a Christian I can’t begin to explain it.

But for all the pain I can’t fathom, I am left speechless by something all the more powerful. Something that overpowers the heinous and the hurt, storming like rain from another realm.

Forgiveness.

It is unnatural. It is supernatural. And it is here. Here in our midst in seven recorded minutes.

Forgiveness is not of this world, I’m convinced. Like a leprechaun on a rainbow in the dead of mountain night.

I call it Jesus. I watch a recording, and I hear His voice speaking beyond the tomb.

Despite this doubt and ache in Charleston’s wake, I feel something else in my soul. I watch seven minutes of a bond hearing and I’m convinced of this man named Jesus.

He was real 2,000 years ago, and He is more alive today than ever before.

He is real, because His inexplicable message of forgiveness survives. Somehow even thrives amid scenes of sheer horror.

Forgiveness is why I believe in Jesus. He is realer than a recording. Realer than a light in your chest.

Realer than the heavens above and hope for this helpless earth below.

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Jackson 27 December 2015
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I know I’m late to this so I apologize, but I’m trying to catch up on Tom’s posts…

Something I’ve been bouncing around in my mind is whether God determines what instances to intervene in based on what would bring the most glory to His name? I’ve always struggled reading Romans 9 and seeing the relation back to Exodus (14 I think) when God hardened Pharoah’s heart (how is that fair for God to make Pharoah’s heart hardened towards him!?). This is the thought I’ve got: in light of God’s foreknowledge of all human decisions, he orchestrates His ultimate plan to maximize His glory in the midst of our choices. So even in our terrible choices and decisions, the murders and wars and atrocities of the world, he’s orchestrated it all in such a way that he would receive the maximum glory. For me it’s a bit unsettling to think like this, especially in the wake of tragedy after tragedy. So I kinda waver between that and an idea of God as wanting the best for me/for us. Not that the two necessarily are exclusive, but they tend to alter the way I think when I view him as being one way or the other.

Just my thoughts. Sorry again to be late to this.

[…] then a bond hearing in June confirmed what I already seemed to know about Charleston. And yet it stole my breath all the […]

JK Riki 22 June 2015
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“I don’t understand why a good God allows atrocities like the Charleston
shootings. Believe me, as a Christian I can’t begin to explain it.”

Free will. He wants us to be us, even if “us” is a horrible monstrosity. Without free will, our souls are not ours, and if they aren’t ours we can’t give them back to Him willingly. We would be mindless robots, programmed only to obey Him. He doesn’t want robots, he wants “you.”

But the atrocities don’t last. It seems like they do, from down here on this ball of dirt, but this is nothing more than a blink. A terrible, monstrous blink that lets us be who we want to be fully and totally so we can see who He is and that it’s so much better. It is an unsafe safe-zone to prevent us from an eternity of despair. The bad happens now so we can SEE it, see it inside us, and so that we can chose to walk a different path forever and never suffer again. 🙂

It’s complex, but also beautifully simplistic. He sure knows what He’s doing.