Missing Out?

I had eight hours this past weekend in the car to think. I set my cruise control and let my mind wander for the duration of the trip (if you've ever driven to Indy via 70 you know it doesn't take much thought to get there).

While I was jamming to my iPOD playlist (called "That's My Jam!"), I started to think about something:

I've often been asked this question, "You devote all this time and energy to learning about God and reading your Bible and 'being a good Christian.' Well, what if you're wrong about everything? What if you die and find out there's no God? What if we all really just die, and we're gone; or we turn into dung beetles?"

What if I'm wrong?

That's a great question to pose.

Here's my answer ...

So what.

So what if I'm wrong? What did I miss out on by living my life with faith that God is real? Do people think my life is without fun and happiness because I try to live by God's standards? Because - to be honest - I can't remember the last time a day passed without Brent and me dancing around our house, singing silly songs, playing games, having good discussions, and on and on. Do we have days where we argue? Sure. Of course. But more often than not, it's resolved quickly, and we still find time to talk to each other in our many accents and make each other laugh.

So, I die. *sniff*

I find out God's not real. *sniff sniff*

Do I regret how I lived my life?

Not one bit.

I think the question I would pose to those who think I'm crazy to believe in God is, "What if I'm right?"