Growing up, I never liked going to church because people there couldn’t answer my questions about God. But on April 14th, 2006, at 4:10 p.m. in my living room, time stopped for a few seconds. At least, it did for me.
As I sat there in my big green chair watching the crucifixion scene in Mel Gibson’s Passion of the Christ, as God’s tear started to fall, it stopped mid-air. Staring in disbelief at my TV, Jesus lifted up His head and stepped out of the TV set. He asked me one question: “Who do YOU say I am?” After that, I liked going to church. Well, actually not right away, but I was definitely on a new journey.
Sometimes, you have to have an experience that nobody can take away from you before you can truly believe in something. At least, I do. It’s as if God were showing me the way.
I used to not like God because nobody could explain Him. But that was before any of this happened.
Thomas Amsden 2019