Unlike Judaism or Islam, Christianity doesn't offer an easy, concrete legalist framework as guidance for the faithful and those who wish to be faithful. The God of Christianity being interested in our emotional and cognitive states rather than our actions, it's very difficult for someone in my position– someone who doesn't actively believe, but who thinks that they might indeed need saving, and who as such wants to believe– to extract advice from even the most no-nonsense of sources that they can apply directly. It feels like I have to make a leap, a leap described in such terms as "be reborn in the Holy Spirit" or "follow Christ," a leap whose actual mechanics can't be explained by those who've made it, who simply did it by the grace of God and could no more explain it than an ant explain quantum physics. How can I be reborn in the Holy Spirit? How can I follow Christ? It seems that it just has to happen to me– God has to decide to act on my soul in some way, and there's nothing I can do to begin or hasten the process. I've been told to pray and read the Bible, but that seems to be the extent of the actionable advice that a Christian can give a non-Christian as regards their potential salvation. Since it would mean nothing for me to run out and get baptized, no matter how true the teachings of the church I choose, unless some fundamental change has occurred in my soul, then it seems that there's very little that can be said to me about how I can or should spend my allotted time on Earth if Christianity is true.
Is it really the case that all I can do is wait and pray and hope that God will see fit to grant me grace? Is salvation so completely out of my hands that I'll never be able to resolve the abstract advice given by believers into some practical course of behavior that might do my soul some good? I'd cross deserts and swim oceans to be saved, but I know that God isn't hiding the secret to faith on the other side of the Sahara or the Atlantic. I can think of no physical action Christians seem to think would do my soul good. I simply have to "accept Christ," nothing more or less. But I don't know what it means to accept Christ in terms of what falls within my powers. If salvation is a free gift, then I've been handed my portion in a taped-up box and have no means of cutting the tape. If someone would only hand me a pair of scissors, I'd tear open the box and clutch the gift as close to my heart as I can. But it seems that this can't be done. Beyond hoping and praying, there's nothing at all for me to do.
"Seek, and ye shall find;" call on God, and you'll be saved. How do I seek? How do I call on God? No amount of advice seems to do the trick. I simply don't know. At this moment in time, I don't know what to do– how to behave, what to think, what to say, whether any of it matters, whether there's any difference in any of it, whether I might as well teach myself how to juggle bowling pins as offer up another prayer or read another chapter of the gospels. Among Christians, I feel blindfolded in a well-lit room. Everyone is telling me that all I have to do is look and see, but nobody can tell me how to untie the blindfold. It's... not fun.
Is it really the case that all I can do is wait and pray and hope that God will see fit to grant me grace? Is salvation so completely out of my hands that I'll never be able to resolve the abstract advice given by believers into some practical course of behavior that might do my soul some good? I'd cross deserts and swim oceans to be saved, but I know that God isn't hiding the secret to faith on the other side of the Sahara or the Atlantic. I can think of no physical action Christians seem to think would do my soul good. I simply have to "accept Christ," nothing more or less. But I don't know what it means to accept Christ in terms of what falls within my powers. If salvation is a free gift, then I've been handed my portion in a taped-up box and have no means of cutting the tape. If someone would only hand me a pair of scissors, I'd tear open the box and clutch the gift as close to my heart as I can. But it seems that this can't be done. Beyond hoping and praying, there's nothing at all for me to do.
"Seek, and ye shall find;" call on God, and you'll be saved. How do I seek? How do I call on God? No amount of advice seems to do the trick. I simply don't know. At this moment in time, I don't know what to do– how to behave, what to think, what to say, whether any of it matters, whether there's any difference in any of it, whether I might as well teach myself how to juggle bowling pins as offer up another prayer or read another chapter of the gospels. Among Christians, I feel blindfolded in a well-lit room. Everyone is telling me that all I have to do is look and see, but nobody can tell me how to untie the blindfold. It's... not fun.