Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.” (John 14:6)

I know. It’s crazy to believe in a man in the sky who loves you so much he and his father, who made you, sent him to die as a sacrifice for your sins so that you could be reconciled to the father who is perfectly righteous and eternally alive, and that after death you will be with him forever.

I realise it’s nuts. I also happen to know that it’s true.

I don’t ‘believe’ in God. I know him. I’ve known him since August 2005, when I sat down in King George Square in Brisbane, told God I don’t want my life anymore and he showed up, took it and gave me a new one. Everything went white, I saw Jesus, was overcome with his love, the whole shebang.

I don’t have any clever arguments to convince you that this crazy belief is true. I can only tell you what happened to me, and what has continued to happen to me ever since.

I got washed clean that day. I didn’t stop being an arsehole; but I knew, from then on, the sovereign creator of the universe loves me despite me being an arsehole. He doesn’t love me because I’m good. I’m not, although I sometimes try. He loves me because I confess to him in my heart that a wretched arsehole like me needs him to save me from the law of sin and death. I’m not saved because I deserve it. I’m saved because I acknowledge to him that I need him for it.

That’s what he wants. A relationship.

At some point, you are going to come to the end of yourself. You will be out of resources, out of hope, crushed and lost. I pray for your sake that moment comes while you are still alive, and have time to call out to him and have him hear you. God hates sin; he hates it more than you can imagine. He will not let the world, and you, keep sliding into sin forever. At some point, he will say ‘Enough!’ For those who love him, that moment will be wonderful. For those who have ignored his call, it will be terrible.

You might say he didn’t call you. Yes he did. He’s doing it right now through these words. He loves you. You’re his child. Don’t leave it too late.

Heaven could do with another arsehole.