An Unexpected Result

Sudden Grace

How does this sound?
"Dear Lord, I would like to enlist for a two week engagement, at the end of which I shall knowledgeably mock you and your followers."

You don't have to take anyone's word for it. You can do this experiment for yourself.

Christianity is at once complex and profoundly simple. It was not enough to want to believe. (Not that I comprehended what I was endeavoring to believe in.) I said I would turn control of my life over to God and live as a Christian for two weeks. How hard can that be? Could it be done with a simple prayer perhaps?

No, it had to be genuine belief and yielding - a willingness to do more than read the bible and go to church. I had to be willing to stipulate the existence of God (for the sake of the experiment) and I had to be willing to follow God's direction, at least for the two weeks.

But how, exactly, does one turn over control of one's life over to an omnipresent, but invisible, intangible God?

It turns out that two things are required: To believe in your heart, and to confess with your mouth that He is both Savior and Lord. These are simple, but critical parts of expressing the faith needed. What you need to believe is that He is the eternal God who came as the son to forgive your sins by paying the penalty of death on the cross for the sins you have committed. You have to say aloud that you believe this and that you accept it as His free gift for you and accept His lordship and control over your life.

I was clueless, but with a leap of faith, I was believing that God was real and once I opened my mouth to voice a desire to have God take control, a strange thing happened.

Suddenly, I knew that God was real. I had direct, certain knowledge, like Descartes' "Cogito ergo sum". This was prima facie evidence with no dependence on anyone or anything else to verify it. My spirit knew, as surely as I know anything sensed directly with my five senses, that God was real. I was utterly surprised. I knew with as much certainty as a human can have that as long as I followed God, everything would be well with me. I knew that I did not need two weeks to collect "data".

I had been expecting to just put another notch in my belt of philosophical encounters, but I had encountered God instead. A God I had never believed in. I call it the experiment with no end.

I was about to learn a lot more.