Because of all the other options out there, the sacrifice of Christ is the one that I feel in my bones....
I've been spending time with lots of individuals who are not Christians. They ask questions about me, who I am. Why I studied what I studied in school. All their questions make me think about the choices I've made even why I've stuck with Christianity in all of my criticism of it....
But I've got to say that out of all the other religions and the words of their leaders, the story of Christ is the one that makes me feel. The words of Buddha, Ghandi, Mohammed, the stories of native tribes all give me wisdom and guidance and truth. They broaden my mind and help me to see how God has spoken to people of all types throughout the course of time and history. But the story of Christ.... that is the one that gets me. Every. Time.
Because all of those other wise people and legacies never came to this earth with me in mind. Their stories don't include me. They include the world and the community that I am involved in and live in, but they don't mention how they thought about me as they died, so that I can live and be who I was created to be.
And in this world of indifference, that tiny little glimpse of me as the faces of the world flashed in the mind of Christ as he suffered upon the cross, that is what makes all the difference.
