1 Day until Easter

I originally wrote today's reflection 3 years ago.  Although I’ve added a bit, it remains mostly the same. It is a letter from me specifically to the unbeliever or the person deeply struggling with an overwhelming doubt concerning the existence of God.  It is with all my love, I share this reflection with you.

1 Day until Easter

Was it in your 10th grade biology class that you saw the “evidence” before you that disproved creation, presented by the teacher who had watched a renowned physicist discuss his theories in a History Channel documentary, that planted a seed of doubt?  Was it a person in your life who was so horrible to you that you really couldn't believe that a loving God could give you that kind of life?  Was the seed of doubt planted because a love of your life, one you felt was an anchor of your soul, was taken from you?  Or maybe it's not even that deep for you.  You're a sceptic.  You tend to like to see the proof and the existence of God seems too make-believish for you.

Being a science teacher (even though I’ve been out of the classroom for 3 years, I’ll always be a science teacher), I have had moments of doubt.  As I’ve studied and researched, I've ran across papers and studies that I’ve had to think about.  But as much as I've studied, I continue to find abounding evidence in science, math, history and archeology that God is the Creator of all.  The renowned physicists come up with theories because they are searching for answers to the questions that aren’t found in a study, journal or textbook.  God is the answer.

While studying Hebrews, I was asked a question about faith; how do I know there is a God?  Here it is. Sure there is all the evidence of fractal math and archeology, but it is the human soul; when I think about the human soul, I know with proof that God created us based on everything we cannot see.  There are no theories or laws in math and science that can explain the human soul.  They ponder the origins of the universe, but don’t come close to explaining the souls of man.  The love that binds our hearts is the most valuable part of our existence.  It is not by accident that love is something that we cannot see or even truly express; it is something we experience and choose.  The greatest part of a person is their soul and spirit.  It is the part of the person we are connected with; it is the part we miss and long for; the part we suffer and grieve for.  God’s thumbprint runs through all creation, pointing us to the things we cannot see or touch.

Faith in God is no different.  We choose it.  Once faith in God is chosen, the soul and spirit of a human is made instantly aware that our relationship with Him is the whole purpose of being.  Faith in God completes the human soul.

God sent Christ to earth, in human form, to die for the souls of man.  From about 9 in the morning until 12, Jesus hung on the cross, suffering the greatest sacrifice in the history of the world, for the sins of the human soul, when darkness fell upon the earth.  I truly believe the entire creation of Christ, mourned the grief of its Creator.  The composer and conductor of life and energy; Who note by note, orchestrated the heavens and the earth and all the vegetation and creatures on it; the One Who made man from dust and breathed into him the human soul; had dropped the baton to pay a debt for the sins of all.  And so, the earth went dark.  The Light of the world was being slain.

Around 3 that afternoon, Jesus cried out from the depths of his perfect soul, consumed by the sins of mankind, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?  My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken Me?”  God loved us so much that He turned from Christ to allow Him to take on our every sin, even the ones buried deep within us, to save our souls.

Pushing up on the spikes driven through His hands and feet, He cried out in a roar, the victory cry, “It is finished!”.  And He yielded up His soul and spirit.  The earth trembled and broke.  The veil was broken.  The Perfect Lamb slaughtered; willingly, with love, for me and for you.

At the foot of the cross there was a centurion.  He watched people die for a living.  He participated in death after death.  Apathetic with a toughened heart would be an understatement.  He could break the legs of a man and think nothing of it.  He could drive a spike through flesh and bone and think nothing of it.  But this centurion witnessed something that pierced his heart and touched his soul and changed his life.  Out of the darkness, there was a bellow from the depth of Christ’s soul.  And with it, His spirit was yielded up; His soul was committed to His Father. And immediately the centurion knew.  There is a God.  And this was the Son of God.

No matter how renowned, there is no scientist, no mathematician, no physicist, no historian, no archeologist, no medical doctor who can explain the human soul.  I've seen a soul grieve.  I've felt a soul’s love.  I've witnessed a soul’s joy.  I've watched a soul leave its earthly body.  My soul; your soul, the human soul; it's the creation of a Living God.  Our God loved our souls so much that “He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him, shall not perish, but have everlasting life”. (John 3:16) Consider it. Consider the human soul. Consider the One Who created it. Consider the sacrifice made for your soul. Then, consider what it would mean if you chose to open your soul to the One Who gave it to you.