I have a bag of parables and pet theories I used to bore my youth group with…regularly.
One of them was the lottery ticket theory, which goes something like this:
If a rude person verbally assaulted you in a parking lot and insisted that they were handing you a winning lottery ticket you might be put off by the assailant, but you would be a fool not to take the ticket and check the numbers.
Jesus is that ticket.
We Christians are absolute morons–rude, pushy, myopic, prejudiced, morally flaccid.
You name it, we flub it.
But Jesus did not. He flubbed nothing. He gives us back our lousy, flea-bitten lives, whole and restored.
Why bother restating an old story from my former life?
Because I believe.
Because I still believe.