“Do you believe Mormons are Christians?” The question left me fumbling for words, not knowing what to say to this person who I’d just met weeks before. Her faith had been attacked by someone who no doubt called themselves “Christian” and yet their actions said otherwise.
I didn’t know what to say. At this point in my life, my faith was so small. So wavering. I told her I knew so little about what they believed I didn’t feel like I could answer. This was true. But it also left me feeling like a cop out.
The conversation left me with one realization. I wasn’t ready. And I needed to be. I needed to know the reason for the faith I had, however small it may be. I needed to know the answer for my hope. I needed to be able to say with confidence who my hope was in.
Over the next few years, I dove into scripture. That little mustard seed grew and became rooted in the deep, long and wide love of Jesus. I realized that when the King arrives with a sword coming out of his mouth and the trumpet sounds, there’s only going to be one question that matters.
Are you ready?
And the answer to that question depends on one thing. Who is your King?
I believe that when Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth and the life,” he meant it. And I believe in a God who is just, loving, and knows each person’s heart.
No one knows the hour or the day. But I can now say with confidence I am ready.
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