I met the duck woman the other day, she walks around Vancouver with ducks that prophesy and have psychic powers like her. They are blessed ducks that God heals in incredible ways. The ducks have magical feathers and miraculous tears. She’s a nice woman, gave my kids rings and rubber duckies. But it was really hard for me not to conclude that she was a “quack” — Sorry for the pun.
She is believing some crazy stuff then I began to think about what I believe, I believe in a man that has miraculous powers in fact this man was so magical that he rose from the dead! He’s promised that I will see him one day even though he left this earth 2000 years ago
What’s the difference between what the duck woman believes about her ducks and what I believe about Jesus?
That’s a really good question
Both are faith-based systems, both are supported by circumstantial evidence and experiential testimony.
But then again how big of a faith leap is it to think time plus chance plus matter equals me? That feels like the biggest whopper of them all! – and there’s not even hope attached to that story.
Divine ducks? Risen Saviours? Goo to you in a few billion years? Pick the better story and start shaping your life around that story.
