kNOWING GOD IS REAL
 11.30 last night. Wendy was sitting on the edge of the bed texting about work so it was no good trying to get to sleep. So I went to download Katie Melua's latest album--v.interesting, much more edgy since she has changed collaborators. Still I digress.
While waiting I was flicking throught the pile of books on my desk--all holiday reading possibles. Anyway I opened Blue like Jazz by Donald Miller. You may need to listen to our session on 18 July before the quote makes sense.
The goofy thing about Christian faith is that you believe it and you dont believe it at the same time. It isn't unlike having an imaginary friend. I believe in in Jesus; I believe he is the son of God, but every time I sit down to explain this to somebody I feel like a palm reader, like somebody who works at a circus or a kid who is always making things up or somebody at a Star Trek conference who hasn't figured out that the show isn't real.
Until.
When one of my friends becomes a Christian, which happens about once every ten years because I am such a sheep about sharing my faith, the experience is euphoric. I see in their eyes the trueness of the story.
I do think that ability to see how the story often appears to people who havent met Jesus makes Miller such a brilliant writer. I also am coming round to the view that knowing that God is real is a sort of basic entry requirement for being aware of the closeness of Jesus.
I know it seems obvious if you put it like that but I wonder whether we need to spell it out particularly when there is so much out there that makes stuff the only reality.
So here's the starting question for the expedition.
Where do you look to see the reality of Jesus; into whose eyes, at what happenings?
I'm away in a couple of days but I'd really like to leave a post or two for anybody who wants to take this journey too. I'm finding there are more setbacks than progress at the moment.
BTW by popular request, here's the Imagininary friends video we showed on the 18th.
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