I do not like to think of myself as a Christian apologist
The images it evoke; old men in well-ironed suits and starched ties huddled around a table in long doctrinal symposiums, or standing in a classroom full of young disinterested college students poking holes in evolution, or heads buried deeps in seminary textbooks and papers, are altogether repulsive and unappealing to a postmillennial like me.
A friend recently showed me a modern and era-friendly approach to Christian apologetics she thought I might like. Her approach was a YouTube vlog dedicated to a “balanced, modern and logical defence of Christianity”. This YouTuber was young and beautiful, but the lingua was still the same, a lot of theological and migraine-worthy mumbo jumbo.
It’s not entirely true that I am against any sort of intellectual discussion around faith, I especially am drawn to historical and anthropological facts. I just think there ought to be somewhere we draw the line.
Perhaps my repulsion stems from the word itself.
Why do I have to apologise for my faith?
To make all those videos and go all that length trying to make my faith appeal to logic and reason?
How do you make sense of a religion built entirely on the claim that a virgin gave birth to a child?
Or that this child, after he had grown up, performed impossible feats until he was executed by the Romans, then plot twist, unkilled himself three days later
And the worst part, in full view of a good number of people, he levitated into the sky and vanished from view.
Addendum, this same person has been living somewhere beyond the sky where the voyager or telescope has been unable to reach and intends to come back physically to the earth well after two thousand years has passed.
What logic is there in this?
How do you make sense of it?
A few months after these events supposedly occurred, people were all over the streets of ancient Jerusalem avowing to the truth of these events daring an angry and baffled mob and drawing the ire of the political elite.
A few years later, people in different parts of the Roman empire were embracing mutilations, torture and crucifixion rather than deny these events actually happened.
Less than three hundred years later, the emperor of Rome himself was repeating this story to all who would care to listen…
Thousands of years later, I have crisscrossed my country, visited brothels, campuses, offices, markets attesting to the truth of these events.
There is no logic to be found here, only faith
You don’t make sense of it, you just believe it…
