I opened the trunk of my car, unpacked my bags, stood in the parking lot and looked around at the massive campus that was now my home. I have my class schedule, but I have no idea where the building that houses the psychology department is located. I feel overwhelmed and a bit fearful, but excited at the same time. The sights and sounds of the metropolis assault my senses.
I make my way to my first class, and finally hook up with another new student, Ben. Ben lives thirty minutes from my home town. He too is majoring in psychology with plans to go on for his PhD. Since we’re both new on campus, we spend as much time as we can together, eating meals and studying in the evening.
One night when Ben stopped by my dorm room he saw me reading my Bible.
He asked, “Do you really believe that stuff in the Bible?”
“Well, yea, I do. Don’t you?” replied Jamie.
“No, I don’t.”
“What do you believe,” asked Jamie.
“I believe we have to depend on ourselves, and I don’t believe that Jesus is God as he claimed to be. Do you believe Jesus is God?”
“Yea, I do, Ben.”
“I don’t know how someone can believe Jesus is God when there’s no evidence to support his claim.”
Our conversation was diverted by roaring in the hallway in response to a football game on television. I thought, “Rescued by the football game. Thank God.”
I didn’t know how to respond to Ben. I don’t know why I believe that Jesus is God. It’s what I was taught, and I’ve never questioned it, but now I wonder. How do I know Jesus is God? What evidence is there to support the claim of Christ? I do believe he is the Son of God and he’s my Savior, but I wonder how to answer Ben.
Kathleen A. Trissel
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