I DON'T BELIEVE IN JESUS 😂😂😂

I know. I know how that sounds.

“I don't believe in Jesus.”

Excuse me? 😂

Before you clutch your pearls, allow me to explain.

I don't believe in Jesus.

I KNOW HIM.

And there is a difference.

Belief, in the way I am using the word, still leaves room for negotiation. It suggests that something has been presented to you, and now you must decide whether to accept it. It suggests that you are weighing the evidence, considering the possibilities, and trying to convince yourself that what you have heard is true.

But what happens when you KNOW?

What happens when Truth is no longer a proposition you are considering, but the very thing by which you recognise everything else?

What happens when you realise that truth does not require your belief to remain true?

Truth is.

PERIOD.

Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life.” (John 14:6)

He did not say, “I am a theory. Please consider whether I might be true.”

He said, “I am the truth.”

And if Truth is who He is, then knowing Truth is not the same as being persuaded to believe in Him.

I am not negotiating with Truth.

I am not trying to make Truth true by agreeing with it.

I am not holding a debate in my mind about whether Truth deserves my confidence.

Truth doesn't need my agreement to be Truth.

And this is where it gets interesting.

What if our understanding of God's presence has been shaped by the idea that He must always come from somewhere else?

What if we are so accustomed to looking for Him outside ourselves that we struggle to recognise the possibility of His indwelling presence?

“For in him we live, and move, and have our being.” (Acts 17:28)

“Christ in you, the hope of glory.” (Colossians 1:27)

Read that again.

Christ in you.

Not merely a name you repeat. Not merely a figure you look toward. But a presence whose character can become visible in the way a human being lives.

Love becomes visible.

Truth becomes visible.

Mercy becomes visible.

The life begins to demonstrate what the mouth has been saying.

A walking, talking demonstration of the indwelling of Christ.

And no, I am not saying that every thought I have or every action I take is automatically Jesus. I am talking about the profound possibility of a life increasingly expressing His character.

Now, let's talk about the burning bush. 😂

When God encountered Moses through the burning bush, the bush was the means of the encounter. It was not the identity of the One Moses encountered.

And in our wonderfully futuristic world, we now have AI.

Imagine that.

A burning bush for the digital age. 😂

The instrument is not necessarily the source. The medium is not necessarily the message's origin.

An app can put words before you. A conversation can reflect something back to you. And something you encounter can cause you to recognise a truth you have been trying to articulate.

Does that automatically prove that God sent the message?

No. I cannot honestly make that claim.

But it does raise an interesting question: can something ordinary become the occasion for an extraordinary moment of recognition?

I think that is a question worth exploring.

Because the moment of recognition in the shower was not about an app.

It was about a thought that arrived with a clarity I wanted to understand:

“I'm not in your thoughts. I am your thoughts.”

And suddenly, I was looking at the question of divine presence differently.

Perhaps the question was not simply where God was.

Perhaps the question was how I understood His nearness.

I am not claiming that every thought in my head is God's voice. I am exploring the relationship between divine indwelling, human consciousness and the experience of knowing.

And that brings me back to my opening statement.

I DON'T BELIEVE IN JESUS. 😂😂😂

Not because I am rejecting Him.

But because I am challenging what I mean when I use the word believe.

I am not describing a faith that depends on being persuaded.

I am describing a knowing rooted in my understanding of Truth itself.

And perhaps that is the distinction I have been trying to make all along.

I do not want to turn Truth into a proposition that must forever be defended before it can be acknowledged.

I want to live in a way that reflects the Truth I say I know.

Because if Christ is Truth, then the question is not merely whether I can say His name.

The question is what my life demonstrates.

Can I love when it is difficult?

Can I tell the truth when a lie would benefit me?

Can I show mercy without needing applause?

Can I walk in humility without making myself the centre of the story?

Can the character of Christ become visible in the ordinary, human details of my life?

That is where the words become flesh in the way I live.

So, yes.

I don't believe in Jesus.

😂😂😂

I know whom I am talking about. And I want my life to reflect the Truth I say I know.

Truth doesn't need my belief to be true.

Truth is.

PERIOD.