I believe in God the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth.
I am ashamed to claim faith in Jesus Christ, unworthy as I am
to bear that name and call myself a Christian. For my sake he was
crucified under Pontius Pilate, suffered death and was buried.
I love the order and witness of the Christian faith;
the unassuming birth, disarming life, unjustifiable death,
and the deserted tomb that answer prophecy of Scripture.
A burning stick snatched from the fire, I believe I am more sinful
than I could imagine and more loved than I dare hope.*
Yet I worship at the altar of Self, and often insist and want and
worry as though there were no God. As though I were not loved.
I believe in right and wrong, and that I need saving from myself.
I need a God who is wiser than my purposes, deeper than my
hopelessness, higher than my dreams – a God who owes me nothing.
I believe in the Holy Spirit, Resurrection power
in this flesh and in the heart that fails me.
But how easily would I make my professions on a bed of nails,
not the carpet of ease and cultural civility of my times? On my deathbed
I will call myself Christian because grace will have won out in the end.
This I believe.
*This line a summation of the gospel by author and pastor Dr. Timothy Keller