I am a Christian because evil exists.
It exists within me and outside of me. It is the air I breathe and the air I exhale.
I am a Christian because I long for good, for beauty, for truth.
I breathe out evil and breathe in evil and still I know I was not created for evil.
I sit like a mutated frog in my bog, my swamp, my putrid sewer but look up and glimpse a star, and long for that star.
I came to the end of myself and found myself was not enough. I needed help from the outside. I needed help from something stonger than myself.
And when I called, Help answered.
The Star came, the Star rained down, the Star invaded the bog, breathing life where I only breathed evil.
I am a Christian because Beauty, Truth and Goodness are real things.
Because I was not created to sit in a putrid swamp but to enjoy a nuptial feast as a beloved bride.
Because my Bridegroom lives, I am a Christian.