What exactly has Christ done for you? What is there in
your life that needs Christ to explain it, and that, apart from
Him, simply could not have been there at all? If there is
nothing, then your religion is a sheer futility. But then that
is your fault, not Jesus Christ's. For, when we open the New
Testament, it is to come upon whole companies of excited
people, their faces all aglow, their hearts dazed and
bewildered by the immensity of their own good fortune.
Apparently they find it difficult to think of anything but this
amazing happening that has befallen them; quite certainly they
cannot keep from laying almost violent hands on every chance
passer-by, and pouring out yet once again the whole astounding
story. And always, as we listen, they keep throwing up their
hands as if in sheer despair, telling us it is hopeless, that
it breaks through language, that it won't describe, that until
a man has known Christ for himself he can have no idea of the
enormous difference He makes. It is as when a woman gives a
man her heart; or when a little one is born to very you; or
when, after long lean years of pain and greyness, health comes
back. You cannot really describe that; you cannot put it into
words, not adequately. Only, the whole world is different, and
life gloriously new. Well, it is like that, they say.