I never liked dogs until the day I met Ginger. As soon as I sat down on the sofa, Ginger, who was a big Irish setter, jumped up beside me. I was scared, but she immediately sat down, and laid her head on my shoulder. It was love at first sight as her doleful eyes looked longingly into mine.
All my reasons for not liking dogs – they are dirty, they jump on things, they bite, they bark – went flying out the window. The logical part of my brain asked, “If even dogs love, where does this come from?”
Don’t tell me to believe something just because it feels good. I am Doubting Thomas after all. Give me evidence. And I think I have plenty of evidence to believe in Jesus Christ – historical, eyewitness type evidence. Many people knew Jesus’ dead body was missing, but didn’t care. Those…
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