I never thought it was possible for God to show Himself, but I was wrong. As I listened to the pastor preach, I was entirely astounded and surprised to hear a sermon that seemed to have been written just for me. The message spoke to where I was that exact moment, and it blew my mind. It was powerful, beyond anything I had ever experienced, and I thought, The sheer probability of that alone is crazy!
Travis and I met Pastor Dan after the service. He gave us a mug filled with goodies and a pamphlet introducing newcomers to Grace. I read the pamphlet as I lay in bed that night next to Travis. Most of it seemed innocuous enough, but I was a bit startled when I read their belief statement. One by one, I read the list—thinking, these people are crazy!—while fear and defeat gripped me by the throat. What if this is simply yet another rabbit trail, like all the others? I wondered. What if I never get better? In all my searching, all my pursuits to get better, I continually came up empty-handed. And, in that moment, it seemed this pursuit would be just like all the others. It was yet another mirage promising life that would soon reveal itself to be a lie.
“Can you read this?” I said to Travis, passing the pamphlet to him.
He read through the pamphlet as I stared at him, anxiously waiting for him to reel back in disbelief as I had. But when he finished, he simply handed it back to me and said, “It’s good.”
It’s good? At the very least, I expected Travis to call some of these crazy beliefs into question, but he didn’t. He didn’t question their belief in the validity of the Bible—that it’s completely inspired by God and free of all error. He didn’t dispute the claim that there is only one way to heaven, through the blood of Jesus, though it seemed ludicrous to believe the blood of some guy who lived thousands of years ago could “save” us. Nor did he balk at the one belief that really had my head spinning—the claim that all other world religions are false, a result of Satan’s deception.
“So you believe this stuff?” I asked.
“Yeah. There’s nothing weird in there.”
I set the pamphlet down on my nightstand and pondered anxiously a few moments before picking it up again. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to read it again. Perhaps I was mistaken. Perhaps there’s a different way to look at it. Travis—noticing my irrational behavior and knowing me well enough to realize I was thinking entirely way too much—asked, “What are you doing?”
“I just don’t know how these people can believe this stuff. I mean it’s just—”
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