The God She Thought She Knew
This is Bella—Bella the Buddhist.
Bella was dressed up as the Devil for our Halloween party at my apartment in East Asia.
“ . . . and that’s why God’s love is so amazing!” I said amid our formerly secular conversation between sips of punch.
We were hosting this party just to make friends; but of course, it’s pretty much inevitable that He will get brought up in conversation if you talk to one of us Christians long enough.
Bella looked at me puzzled, her red fabric horns bobbing as she cocked her head.
“But . . . doesn’t your god send people to hell? That doesn’t seem very loving.”
She continued to describe the god she thought she knew—a god who was hateful, distant, and quick to hold a grudge—a god she didn’t want to believe in. Bella the Buddhist had been deceived by the very one she was dressed up as that evening.
“I don’t want to believe in that god either, Bella. Now let me tell you about the God I do believe in . . .
. . . about the God who is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, and
abounding in love,
. . . about the God who gave me everything and refuses to turn His back on me even when I fail to love Him in return,
. . . about Jesus, who died so that freedom from sin, death, and the Devil wouldn’t have to be earned, but freely given right into our hands.
Tell me about the gods you don’t believe in, and I’ll tell you about mine—I’ll tell you about grace.”
Later, Bella opened up a Bible on our coffee table. We turned to John.
“For God so loved the world . . .”
