This weekend my family and I were putting up Christmas decorations. It is one of my favorite things to do because I love Christmas, and I love being able to spend time with my family. We were putting up the tree and the lights, and then my Mom started to get the nativity scene out. I looked over at the corny little ceramic Jesus and began to tell my mom about how I learned in class that Jesus probably wasn’t really born in Bethlehem and that the nativity story was just an attempt to link Jesus to the line of David. But as I turned to inform my mom of this, she looked up at me with this innocence and trust on her face, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell her.
I still call myself a Christian even though I think a lot of things in the Bible didn’t really happen or didn’t happen the way they were recorded. Does that make me a bad Christian? Am I a Christian at all? Should I just push away what I have learned in this class to the back of my brain and forget it forever? Should I deny what I know? Should I feel guilty? Can I will myself to believe? Should I have to?
Well, this class is coming to an end, and I am still as confused as ever about my faith. I can’t tell you what conclusions I’ve come to about Christianity – I don’t have any. But what fun would the rest of my life be if I had it all figured out now? No, I would rather continue to wrestle with all of these questions. I think that is really the only way to Truth. The people who have all the answers and have come to all their conclusions seem to be the most ignorant, so I think I’ll just continue this cyclical questioning.
But what do I do when I see my mom laying out the nativity scene? Should I smile to myself and protect her from my knowledge? Should I say something? And what do I do when I go to church and my pastor talks about Moses writing the first five books of the Bible. Do I nod along and just push aside what I think is true? Do I inform him of his mistake? Can you question and still be a Christian or does it require blind faith?
Mother Teresa questioned her whole life, and she is a Saint whether or not she is officially made one or not. She wasn’t sure she was called by God, but she dedicated her life to his service anyway. God didn’t appear to her as a burning bush and tell her what to do. He didn’t appear to her in a dream or send an angel to give his message. Mother Teresa was given no sign; yet, she devoted herself to loving people and helping them in the name of her silent God. That is a noble faith. That is the kind of faith I hope to achieve – to live as though I believe.