Case for Christ

I found myself in Booksale today. It was one of those spontaneous, unplanned moments. Being financially-constrained, I told myself I wouldn’t buy anything. I’d just browse & unwind.

What I love most about Booksale is the joy of the hunt. There’s something immensely gratifying about finding a great book for a low, low price. It’s like finding a diamond in the mud.

The first thing I found was a copy of a book I loved when I was in high school: Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley. It was re-telling of the Arthurian legend through the eyes of Morgaine, or Morgan la Faye. I have read & reread this book countless of times. I have always had a fascination for Arthurian legend and Morgaine has been one of my all-time favorite characters.

I wanted to buy it. But alas! The book costs more than a hundred and I only had P80 in my pocket.

As I continued browsing, I couldn’t resist the itch of buying something. It boiled down to a choice between a Rosamund Pilcher novel and a coming-of-age book from an author I’m not familiar with.

And that’s when I found it. The Case for Christ, by Lee Strobel.

And then I knew why I found myself in Booksale this afternoon. It was for this book.`

The Case for Christ is about a journalist's personal investigation of the evidence for Jesus. It is a retracing of his own spiritual journey from atheism to faith.

This is exactly what I need right now.

To be perfectly honest, my spiritual life’s a mess. I have strayed. I have fallen. I have backslid. I’m in the desert. But it’s moments like this that God speaks to me, His gentle voice cutting through my layers of guilt, and telling me that He cares for me still. That He is there. That He loves me.

And as I read through the pages of this book, I find myself slowly finding Jesus again.

He is calling me back.