Ben Sasse

than I ever let myself believe in the past, the hubristic nonsense that I was actually, you know, I believe in God and grateful and blessed, but I can build a storehouse that can be pretty deistically persuasive.

My storehouse can have enough resources that I can operate without a need.

But that's not true.

I can't keep the orbits, the planets in orbit.

I can't even grow skin on my face.

Let's read the book of Romans together.

In Romans 1, where Paul's essentially laying out the catechetical argument for the structure of Christianity against a

Jewish messianic hopeful backdrop, he says in chapter one, there are lots of intellectual arguments you can make against God, but you kind of have to start with a fundamental question about what do you do with this moral issue of our own conscience?

And does the individual in your hypothetical really start with the claim that things are right in your soul?

Because I can't relate to that.

Things are not right in my soul.

My soul thinks Ben should be God, and I want that to die.

Cancer sucks, but I'm pretty grateful that cancer is a stake against my delusional self-idolatry.

I don't feel ready, but to whom would I go?

I have confidence that

When Jesus says to the disciples, he didn't want to be identified as the Messiah yet.

keep these crowds away.

You know, don't tell about the, the water into wine miracle at the feast.

How amazing is it that Jesus first, um, first miracle is a big ass party.

Let's drink more together.