It’s been awesome. I have been in contact with all kinds of different people over the last six months. Old friends and new friends. The spiritually curious and spiritually convinced. Lovers and haters.

Some of the most interesting reactions I’ve gotten have been from agnostics and atheists. 
On one hand, there are those that respect my honesty and desire to help Christians be better followers of Jesus. And then there are those who hate me. 
It’s strange. Some people don’t like people who believe in God. The funny thing is, I have no problem with those who don’t believe. I wrestle with doubt every day. But sometimes it is difficult for some people to accept believing in something that you cannot see or produce evidence of and test in a bunsen burner.
I get it.
I don’t have a problem with skepticism (I wrote about it here). But in the end, I still believe in God. I think that makes some people afraid. There seems to be a sense that if we will believe in something so mystical (and base our whole life around it), what other weird things will we believe in and do? To some onlookers, there is an unpredictability and stupidity to faith.
I suppose I agree a little. And I hate it.
For me, having faith is not a popularity contest. I stopped caring a long time ago what people think of me. Even Jesus warned that some people would not understand faith, and even hate those that follow him. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t try to get people to hate me. I simply understand that sometimes it is unavoidable. I just won’t stop believing in God.

Pay attention here. This is what it’s all about. I have decided there are two types of people in this world:
1. Th believe this is all accidental and random.
2. And those that don’t.
I don’t. I have a very deep sense that this is NOT at all accidental. And that’s what I come back to time and time again. It’s the very basis of my whole faith journey.
I am not ashamed of it. I do not feel stupid for it. And neither should you.