I heard a story the other day about a dad who thought he was going die. He had two young daughters. He wanted to make sure they would have a dad in their lives so he created a council of dads, men who were willing to speak into the lives of his daughters as they grew.
One of the men he asked was his oncologist, a man who was doing everything possible to help this man fight the cancer in his femur. The man said to the oncologist, “What will you tell my daughters?” The oncologist thought. “I will tell them that everyone dies,” he said. “I will tell them that everyone dies, but not everyone lives.”
Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life.” Jesus said, “I have come that you might have life and have it more abundantly.”
He didn’t say, “Go to church.” He said, “Come to me”. He didn’t say, “Try to be as nice as you can and I might be happy with you.” He said, “Come to me”. He didn’t say, “You’ve disowned me once, that’s it” (or twice or three times). He said “come to me.” He didn’t say, “You can figure out the reason for every detail”. He said, “Come to me”.
I’ve found that I don’t understand most things that happen. But I also have found that I have a capacity to trust God. Not church. Not people. Not myself. Every one of those falls short. And I don’t always trust. But I have the capacity, the possibility, the desire to trust God.
I may not give you enough arguments to make you understand. There are books that will give evidence for the life and death and resurrection of Jesus. I can point you to those. But I‘m not trying to make that argument.
This morning, I’m suggesting that the why of Jesus’ life gives us a why for our lives. To know and be with God.