I was recently asked how my faith survived 20 years of abuse at the hand of OCD. This fellow sufferer wondered how I reconciled/justified my continued believe in God after so much hurt and such a sense of betrayal.
It’s a great question.
I am a Christian, that is, I believe that Jesus Christ is God’s only son, that he came to earth to rescue men, died on a cross on a Friday, and rose again to life the following Sunday.
It’s actually the story of the cross and the resurrection that have allowed me to cling to my faith.
The agony of the cross shows me that Jesus understands my suffering; we identify with one another. And the victory of the resurrection prompts me to have hope in my suffering, knowing that only a weekend separated the worst story from becoming the best; I am filled with hope that, just as I identify with him in his suffering, I will also identify with him in his victory.
The truth is that without the gospel of Christ, it would be difficult for me to justify my continued faith.