By Rev Brian Abshire on May 10th, 2008 • 11 views • Email This Post
I still remember the day in 1973 when I knelt by my bunk in my dorm room at Kelly AFB in San Antonio and asked Christ to forgive me for my sins. Though having attended a fundamentalist church as a child (and having “prayed the prayer” many times), I had pretty much rejected Christianity by the age of 12. To me, the Christian faith seemed at best, like a beautiful dream that faded in the harsh light of day, or at worst, as an emotional crutch for ignorant people who were unable to deal with the complexities of life. The problem was that despite their obvious sincerity and frequent fervency, I could not see how Christianity actually made a difference in individual Christian’s lives (other than psychologically). Gossip, back-biting, petty squabbles over who got to play the piano, etc., all convinced me that Christianity (especially church activities) was most likely a silly game that little people played to give some meaning, to an otherwise futile existence.