Our Bible study group, which started up again last night, is studying Focus on the Family's "The Truth Project". Our topic last night focused on the question "What is Truth?" I know my answer, but watching the video we saw so many kinds of answers, and those struggling for an answer!
In 1828, Noah Webster defined truth as "Conformity to fact or reality, exact accordance with that which is, or has been, or shall be...We rely upon the truth of the scriptural prophecies."
This led to the main question for the study "Do you really believe that what you believe is really real?" Think about it. Do you? Do you really have FAITH in what you believe in? I challenge you to think about this with me, because lets be honest, we're not here forever. I will die someday, but I know my answer and I have that awesome, awesome peace that I know exactly where I'm headed. I know Jesus (and Daddy!!!) will be waiting for me at the gates of heaven. Why? How do I know this for sure? Because I believe fully in the Bible. And the Bible tells me that if I accept Jesus as my personal savior, if I entrust my whole life to Him and believe in Him, then I am going to Heaven.
One thing brought up during Bible study is the idea that people think they are good. We are not. We were created to be, but we fell into sin. Humanity chose to walk away from God and sin. So we are separated. Jesus came for this reason-to save us, and to tell us the truth. He is the truth. He is all I need.
When I really sit and think about this question, if I believe what I believe is really real, I am comforted that I do. I've never questioned it. Because I know I am not perfect, I'm human, I sin. I was separated from God until I accepted Jesus as my Savior.
I was 9 years old. And it's such a sweet memory I can't help but share it. Dad was working a lot and we did not have a church to go to. Mom led Garrett and I in little Bible studies. And this one night it was about Jesus. I can't at all tell you what passage or verses, but I know we read our study as usual, prayed and then went to bed. But I clearly can picture Mom standing in the doorway of my bedroom asking if I prayed to accept Jesus as my Savior. I said yes. I didn't question it.
I can honestly say I have never questioned my decision. Never. Even when Daddy died, that for me was an even stronger reason to know Jesus. To be in His presence. To let Him be my comfort. Don't misunderstand me, it's not like I've never been angry about things or frustrated with a path I knew God wanted me to take, but for all that, He is my everything.
I have no doubt my family will be with me in Heaven. I praise God for that. But what I would love more than anything is to know that those of you who I love-my friends- will also be with me. I can't tell you what decision to make, but I do encourage you to think about the question. Do you really believe that what you believe is really real? Do you know what is in your future if you don't know Jesus?
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