Doubting your faith is a curious thing. The farther I go the curiouser it gets. Here are just some of the conclusions I’ve come to:
Jesus is a historical figure. He was a real man who walked the earth, got his feet dirty, lived and died just like everyone else.
The virgin birth and the resurrection are quite unlikely. For all of apologetics’ “most likely” scenarios, these two are not it. I suppose if there was a God who could speak the earth and all of it’s wonders and inhabitants into being, He could make those things happen. Which brings me to :
I don’t believe that a God spoke the earth and all of it’s wonders and inhabitants into being. He didn’t paint the sunsets or draw the stars in the heavens.
God didn’t part the Red Sea or cause a global flood or send plagues on the Egyptians.
The Bible contains some historically accurate information, but is not historically accurate, nor is it inerrant, nor is it a sacred, holy text. It provides some valuable moral insights, but no more so than any other religious text or even a Disney film for that matter. The Golden Rule isn’t exactly a watershed moral movement.
Even having come to those conclusions, and though I am currently unchurched, I still feel sad when I think about the prospect of never going to church again. Not only that I feel a bit melancholy when I think about not teaching the children I don’t yet have about the love of Jesus, or not taking them to Sunday School, or not having them attend Vacation Bible School.
Kind of a weird pair o’ ducks, eh?