moda0306 wrote:
Mountaineer,
I read those Creeds. To me, they're just self-referential statements. It's all well and good, but before I lend any weight to certain assertions of a religion, I have to have some external or internal reason to believe it is truly the word of God. Referencing the word of God as proof that you have the word of God on your hands just doesn't move me one inch. In fact, it distances me from religion even more.
When I mentioned "feelings," it was perhaps a bit of a back-handed (unintentionally) way to speak of faith. I'm not saying you don't have good days or bad days, but your "Faith" is what I see as a "feeling" inside of you that tells you that the Gospel is correct instead of other religious theories.
I would love love love the people with faith in this discussion to do the best they can to describe to us 1) How they came about their faith in God (and, more specifically, that their breed of Christianity is the "correct" one), and 2) as difficult as it may be, describe their Faith.
If you're going to provide physical/historical evidence of your version of God/Jesus/history, then it might serve you to do so better without the use of self-referential quotes/prayers/dictations. Those things just don't mean anything to the un-convinced. We would love to hear more details about your Faith, though, as we realize that's the internal piece that we might be missing.
Moda,
I will try to address your request of (1) and (2) but my honest answer is "I am not exactly sure what the defining event was that really struck home with me, or even if there were one, other than somehow, God wanted me so badly and persevered so that I finally 'saw the light' ".
First of all, I did not intend for the Creeds to be taken as any type of proof of anything. They are just a good summary of Christian beliefs for the past 1600 plus years. Mostly, they came about as addressing various heresies.
Here are some of the processes that apparently have affected me in more or less chronological order.
* Raised from shortly after birth the Methodist church by a mother and grandmother who were both Sunday School teachers and attended church almost all Sundays and occasionally during the week for special events and Bible School in the summers was a big event in town. My grandfather never attended church as I remember but sat around frequently reading a Greek (self-taught) Bible. He was the most intelligent person I ever met - scored the highest on an Army WWI IQ test in the Southwest that had ever been recorded to that time. My father rarely attended church. I lived on the outskirts of a very small town (500 - 600 people) and attended a very small church, probably 50 to 75 members. As I remember, more than half of the kids in my first grade public school class attended the same church I did.
* Baptized in a Presbyterian church by a Presbyterian minister at about 14 months old. Why Presbyterian and not Methodist? I have no idea.
* Taught younger children in a Sunday School class when I was a teenager. Few memories of that.
* When I was about 17, my mom said I was old enough to make my own decision about attending church. I promptly quit going as all I observed was a bunch of hypocrites who wanted to look good by attending church and talked about everyone (small town) behind their backs. (It took me quite a long time to figure out everyone in church was a sinner and all had different flavors of sin and all were in need of a merciful God).
* Rarely attended church during my college years. Studied engineering, became even more steeped in science and the Scientific Method as a means to understand the world than I was as a high school math and science nerd. Thought that creationist stuff was myth and baloney. Who needs God anyway? (In retrospect, I was rapidly becoming my own God ... I was important, if you did not believe that, just ask me!).
* Last year of college, married a Methodist woman who always attended church from early childhood on with her mother and grandmother. We had been dating steady since junior year of high school. She would occasionally "nag" me to attend church; I blew it off.
* We moved far away from home when I graduated. Wife continued to attend church but went to a Lutheran church of some type instead of Methodist - don't know why the denomination change, probably convenience of location.
* Moved again, and again, and again. Wife continued going to church (now says she had been praying for me for years but had stopped the nagging long before) sometimes attending Methodist churches, sometimes other denominations - main focus was just on going to hear God's Word regardless of who was delivering it. Wife was a Young Life leader; had several teenage kids in our house frequently doing their thing. Wife took our kids to church with her - I would go to Saint Mattress on Sunday mornings.
* Made a bet with my wife about who was singing some song on the radio. I NEVER bet as I do not like to lose. I was certain I was right. Terms of the bet - if I lost, I would start attending church. If she lost, I don't remember what the deal was but probably involved frequent bedroom activities

I lost!!!!!!!!!!!! Darn it. Can you feel the arrogant, condescending person that I had become, thinking I was the center of my universe and I knew what was really important?
* Started attending a variety of churches with my wife, she wanted me to find one I was "comfortable" with. Tried Presbyterian, Methodist, Baptist and finally settled on Episcopalian. I found that I actually enjoyed hearing and interacting with the Priest - he seemed such a normal guy. Ate, drank moderately (whoa there, Baptists and Methodists frown on drinking, what was going on here anyway?), was fun to be around. Started paying attention to his sermons and actually, shock of horror, attending an evening Bible Study. I started to see that learning about this Bible stuff could actually be intellectually stimulating. I had not yet made it to understanding what the religion stuff was really about.
* Moved again. Attended a Methodist church. The married Pastor was discovered to be making advances toward his secretary. Big scandal. Became ugly. We left the church and began to search for another. Tried another Methodist, a Baptist, a Presbyterian all seemd somewhat lacking to me. My wife was very, very patient. We ended up at an ELCA Lutheran church. Stayed there for 10 years or so. The ELCA convention declared that practicing homosexuals were OK to be Pastors as long as they were in a monagamous relationship, they did not need to view it as a sin and repent as was expected of an adultry relationship - seemed to be speaking out of both sides of the mouth to accomodate our secular culture. Seemed to be contrary to what Scriptures said but we hung in there. Our local church began processing what that new stance would mean for us. The head Bishop of the entire ELCA publically said that Scriptures were no longer relevant. That was the major "Whoa there" as it seemed if you believed that, there is no reason to attend church; just go the YMCA if you need a personal trainer, or get self-help books out of the library, or join the country club for better social interaction - they would do a better job of it than the church could.
* Began the church seeking process once more, meanwhile attending a variety of churches. This time, I did not want to jump out of the frying pan into the fire so I began an intensive study of what different denominations believed, at least in their published statements. Took several classes at a local "Adult Lifelong Learning" facility that dealt with religion. Tried to learn about and understand religious history, the reformation, eastern orthodoxy, Roman Catholics, Islam, etc. Read several books. Lee Strobel books were interesting and made a good case that my rational mind could relate to, even if they got a bit repetitive. Read the "Left Behind" series. Even read Dan Brown novels. Was driving around one day and saw a "Evangelical Lutheran Church" (an LC-MS congregation) that I had never visited. Stopped in to view the church and see the Sanctuary. Saw a light on in the Pastor's office and knocked at the door. Had an hour plus chat where I grilled him on every topic I could think of to see what his views were. He was kind, patient, gracious. Everything sounded good and very much on target with my beliefs and what I had been able to discern was real Christianity ... whatever that meant.
* Started attending that LC-MS church for Bible Study (led by the Pastor) and Devine Service. I found that somehow, the Divine Service had all the things that I "felt" were necessary for me to be filled: Confession and Absolution, presentation of the Word via a really good sermon that did not tell me how to live my life in detail but told me what sin did to me and how there is an answser for that sin - the Gospel, and always communion every Service. I liked the liturgy as it was really just songs and words that were Scriptural. The people were extremely warm, inviting, nonjudgmental. What really got my attention was that people did not seem to fear dying like I saw in every other church I had attended. They did not like death, were obviously sad when it happened, but were not fearful and did not wonder what was going to happen to the deceased. The funeral services did not focus on the past (oh what a wonderful person he was and all the great things he did and we will remember him for a while or he will live in our memory) but focused on the future (how wonderful it will be to re raised on the last day with a perfect body and soul and live in the presence of God forever). In short, it is all about what God did for us and not what we do or did for God to please Him. One of my favorite Luther sayings, paraphrased, is, “You go to church on Sunday to get your sack filled up. During the following week, you empty your sack by passing out kindness and mercy, and help your neighbor with his needs. You return on Sunday to refill your now empty sack. Repeat.”? So, I go to church every Sunday … I just don’t like going around with an empty sack; that might turn me into a grumpy old man full of bitterness and hating God because Satan would be trying very, very hard to fill that empty sack with his lies.
* I have continued to study, reading LC-MS doctrine, learning about what Martin Luther did and thought, listening to Seminary introductory courses via iTunes University, listening to internet radio programs, talking and becoming friends with other LC-MS pastors as well as mine, studying my Bible, attending Bible Studies at another LC-MS church, reading books. I have found after much, much study that the Scriptures are internally consistent, present a unified account, and inspire hope. I have satisfied my engineering/science based mind that the Scriptures really are God breathed and inerrant (taken in the proper context using the Scripture interprets Scripture method of analysis); in short, I have uncovered no holes nor uncovered any nasty rocks. The Christian worldview, and particularly as taught by the LC-MS, is by far the best one I have studied. I am joyful that I have found my home. I just wish it had not taken me so very many years to get here ... and I can hardly wait to discover the next part of my journey. What will it be? Who knows if it will be good or bad by my standards; I just know that it will be good by God's standards. I want to enjoy this gift of life that has been given to me, but I also know the next one will be ever so much better. Come Lord Jesus!
OK, Moda ... you asked, thus you shall receive. Hope you get something out of my story. But, please remember that it is not my story that counts. It is God's story. By the Grace of God throught faith, He will find you if you pursue his Word and believe His promises. Faith comes by the Word, hearing it, being bathed by it, tasting it, internalizing it. Faith is strengthened by the Word.
... Mountaineer