”Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair.”
— G.K. Chesterton
Honestly, there are times I feel like I’m fooling people into Jesus.
I ask them, “Isn’t there something missing in your life?” Something is always missing.
I ask some more: “Do you know what you’re living for? Do you know what you’re dying for? Do you know where you’re going? Do you have purpose, direction, a story?”
Then I make a Very Convincing Case about Jesus. “He’ll give you all the acceptance, validation, and approval you need. You can quit performing; he did it already. He has your True Purpose.” Those are all true things.
Yet — I still have this strange guilt, like I’m selling snake oil. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m merchandising marketable goods, putting Jesus in a display window and dangling him with a false psychological allurement.
I know I love Jesus — so why the guilt?