According to Witnesses
we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,
full of grace and truth. John 1:14
In the quiet times I contemplate questions like this: Is my faith merely a psychological pre-disposition? Is it just a preference for heroic fiction from the past? Am I no different from those who enjoy sci-fi or Tolkien or mythology?
The answer. First, Jesus’ life is non-fiction. This passage by John states his credibility as an eyewitness (as do the synoptics). The whole of the bible contains stories that wouldn’t be made up. Made up stories have a smell, a detectable agenda. Accounts in the gospels have the marks of actual events. Human failings and embarrassing details are included. A sense of collusion among the writers is absent. (Variations between the accounts weren’t tidied up.) Besides that, clever deceptions do not alter all subsequent history. They fizzle.
The truths found here are profound stretching from eternity to eternity. Pull at any thread and it doesn’t unravel. Rather it becomes a lifeline toward greater discovery. Time in the word never fails to move me in old ways and new. Emotion wells up, yes, but purpose wells up even greater. The wind that lifts is by no means nostalgia or familial programming. The word is fresh today and always. It is sustenance. For He is the Bread of Life.