Even if there was no Nicene Creed, I would still be here.
Even if he wasn't of one essence with the Father, I would still be here.
Even if the Bible is not divinely inspired, I would still be here.
Even if there was no Paul, I would still be here.
Even if he didn't rise bodily from the dead, I would still be here.
Even if he didn't bodily ascend into heaven, I would still be here.
Even if he isn't the Only Way, I would still be here.
Even if he didn't walk on water, I would still be here.
Even if he didn't heal anyone, I would still be here.
Even if his mother wasn't a virgin, I would still be here.
Even if he wasn't the Messiah, I would still be here.
Even if he thought he was the Messiah, and was wrong, I would still be here.
Even if he was wrong about a few things, I would still be here.
Even if there was nothing of him but the sermon on the plain, a piece of writing describing a way of life filled with divine love, a way of life so radical and yet so simple. Even if there was only that glimpse of that kind of life, it would still be a life I would want to try to give myself to. It would still impress me enough for me to try to live my life in such a crazy, impractical, romantic, spiritual love-filled way.
It would be enough.
Even if he wasn't of one essence with the Father, I would still be here.
Even if the Bible is not divinely inspired, I would still be here.
Even if there was no Paul, I would still be here.
Even if he didn't rise bodily from the dead, I would still be here.
Even if he didn't bodily ascend into heaven, I would still be here.
Even if he isn't the Only Way, I would still be here.
Even if he didn't walk on water, I would still be here.
Even if he didn't heal anyone, I would still be here.
Even if his mother wasn't a virgin, I would still be here.
Even if he wasn't the Messiah, I would still be here.
Even if he thought he was the Messiah, and was wrong, I would still be here.
Even if he was wrong about a few things, I would still be here.
Even if there was nothing of him but the sermon on the plain, a piece of writing describing a way of life filled with divine love, a way of life so radical and yet so simple. Even if there was only that glimpse of that kind of life, it would still be a life I would want to try to give myself to. It would still impress me enough for me to try to live my life in such a crazy, impractical, romantic, spiritual love-filled way.
It would be enough.
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I worry that by rejecting the way Jesus has been brought to me is either completely liberating and empowering - the essence/message remains intact, or is incredibly selfish and 'faithless' by letting my head rule my heart and somehow 'denying God' on intellectual grounds.
I don't really know how to square this circle.