Why I Believe in a Foolish Idea

"But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong." 1 Corinthian 1:27 (NIV)

To many, the idea of Christ crucified sounds foolish—an ancient story, a distant symbol. But to me, it’s the heartbeat of everything. It’s not just a belief I hold; it’s a truth that holds me.

I believe in the crucified Christ because it speaks directly into the brokenness of our world. The injustice, the loneliness, the ache for meaning—all of it points to why He came. Not to condemn, but to enter into our suffering, to bear it, and to transform it. His death wasn’t the end—it was the beginning of a love that refuses to let go.

This belief isn’t just intellectual. It’s something I feel in my bones. It convicts me—not with guilt, but with grace. There’s a Spirit, gentle yet unyielding, that whispers truth into my soul. It’s supernatural, yes, but also deeply personal. I’ve experienced it in moments of despair, in quiet prayers, in unexpected peace.

Following Jesus is not a metaphor for me. It’s a physical, spiritual, and emotional reality. I walk with Him. I wrestle with Him. I am shaped by Him. And I believe—foolishly, boldly—that He was raised on the third day, and that resurrection is still unfolding in my life.

This blog, PottersClay.Blog, is where I share that journey. Not to preach, but to invite. To create space for others who are curious, weary, hopeful, or searching. If you’ve ever felt like faith is too fragile or too far away, I hope this place feels like home.