My belief that Christians lack intellectual rigor might have been gleaned selectively from mainstream media, my mother’s contempt for organized religion, my in-laws intolerant Pentacostalism, and the fact that (in the past) I’d never met a brainy* follower of Jesus.
So, I figured I was too smart to be Christian.
Oh, yeah? If I was so smart, how come I never investigated this radical movement that began 2000 years ago and is still going strong? Huh?
You see the irony, don’t you? I was too smart for my own good. Too smart for my own God.
Pride is and was my sin, underscored with fear of having to relinquish parts of my mind.
Now I know, I wasn’t as intelligent as I’d thought.
Now I honor the God who created EVERYTHING…including intelligence.
* A brainy Christian set the right bait for me four years ago. I bit and have been a grateful, learning, worshipping Christ follower ever since.