06/10/2025
I consider myself new to reading the Bible, working my way from Genesis and now sitting in the Psalms, each chapter seeming new and alive. I’ve never felt so connected to every word, even though I’ve known the stories of the Bible and of Jesus my entire life.
Why does this season feel different, and not just for me? Everywhere I look, there’s a stirring, a revival rising through people searching for the promise that is greater than themselves.
With deeper reflection comes deeper questions. You may have them as well. As I read and pray, I keep circling back to one simple truth: Jesus doesn’t allow us to remain neutral.
C. S. Lewis captured this in what’s called the Trilemma, the idea that there are only three honest ways to see Jesus: Liar, Lunatic, or Lord.
At first, that may sound too narrow. But when you sit with it, the options really do narrow down to those three. A man who claims to forgive sins, perform miracles, and be one with God cannot be referred to as merely “a good teacher.” If He wasn’t who He said He was, He was either deeply deceived or deliberately deceitful.
Some say that His disciples exaggerated His words. Others say translations changed or evolved. But if you follow that reasoning, you have to pull the same thread through the entire Bible. If His followers fabricated His identity or translations redirected it, then how do we trust any of it? Why quote His moral teachings as truth while dismissing the heart of who He claimed to be?
And history itself won’t let us off so easily. Jesus wasn’t crucified for being gentle, wise, or kind. He was killed because He claimed to be God and demonstrated power that unsettled both religion and empire.
You don’t kill a myth.
You kill a man who says things too dangerous to ignore.
Others argue that He was simply ambitious; a man moved by conviction, a visionary swept up in His own cause. But that still lands within the Trilemma.
If ambition led Him to mislead others, that’s deceit, and He’s a liar.
If He truly believed He was divine but wasn’t, that’s delusion, and falls under the lunatic side.
And if neither fits; if His words still breathe life, if His peace still changes people two thousand years later, then only one conclusion remains: Lord.
Lewis didn’t write to corner people in logic; he wrote to clear the illusions. Jesus never left us a middle ground. Every person, in every generation, is asked to decide what they believe about Him, not by inherited religion, but by encounter.
For me, the more I read, the more I sit with His crucifixion; the impossibility of His peace and power, the less I can call Him a liar or lunatic. The evidence of grace in my own life, and the way I sense His truth alive in every page, moving through hearts around the world, echoing through centuries of faith and renewal, leaves only one conclusion.
Even with questions still unanswered, I accept it all, trusting that His perfection far exceeds my ability to comprehend something so powerful.
The same Spirit that moved through those ancient words is moving now, calling hearts awake again.
He is who He said He is.
