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A Skeptics Quest
Josh McDowell
You'll take heart in Josh McDowell's own story.
One day I was in Newport Beach, California riding on a motorscooter with a friend. We were zipping along
having a great time, laughing, when two women pulled up beside us in a brand new Continental (that's a
Newport Beach Chevy). After staring at us for about three blocks the woman on the passenger side rolled
down her window and yelled, »What right do you have to be so happyWell, I couldn't see anything wrong
with being happy. I love to laugh. What's wrong with wanting to be one of the happiest individuals in the
whole world?
Not only did I want to be happy and have meaning and purpose in life, but I also wanted to be free. See,
most people know what they ought to do, but they don't have the capacity, the strength, to do it. They're not
free. They're in bondage. To me, freedom is having the capacity to do what you know you ought to do.
So I started looking for answers. Now, where I was brought up, a lot of people had religion. So I took off on
religion. I was involved in it morning, afternoon, and night. But I must have gone to the wrong church
because I actually felt worse.
Next I thought, »Well, maybe education is the answerSo I enrolled in the university. I was probably the
most unpopular student with the professors in the first university I went to in Michigan. I wanted answers.
My economic theory professor could tell me how to make a better living, but he couldn't tell me how to live
better. It didn't take me long to realize that a lot of faculty members, and students too, had more problems,
less meaning to life, and more frustration than I did.
Then I thought, »Maybe prestige is the answer.« Find a »calling« and give your life to it. So I ran for various
student body offices and got elected. It was neat – knowing everyone on campus, making decisions,
spending other people's money to do what I wanted. I enjoyed it.
But every Monday morning I woke up the same individual, usually with a headache because of the night
before, with the same attitude, »Well, here we go again for another five days.« Monday through Friday I sort
of endured. Happiness revolved around three nights a week: Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Then I'd start
the whole cycle again.
Eventually I became frustrated. I doubt if too many students in the universities of our country have been
more sincere in trying to find meaning and truth and power and purpose in life than I was ˝ yet I hadn't found
About that time, around the campus I noticed a small group of people ˝ eight students and two faculty.
There was something different about their lives. They seemed to have direction. They seemed to know
where they were going, and that was very unusual.
Further, they seemed to have a type of love that was manifested in the way they treated people. I had
observed that most people talked a lot about love, but these people demonstrated something special in their
relationships with others. They had something I didn't have, so I made friends with them.
After a couple of weeks, we were sitting around a table in the student union. I recall that six of the students
were there and both of the faculty and one of their wives. The conversation started to get to God.
Let's face it: if you're an insecure student or professor or businessperson, or an insecure anything, and the
conversation gets to God, you have to put on a big front. You know what I've found to be true? The bigger
the front an individual puts on, the greater the emptiness inside. Well, I was putting on that kind of front.
Their talk irritated me. I wanted what they had, but I didn't want them to know it. I leaned back on my chair
and tried to act nonchalant. I looked over at one young woman and said, "Why are you so different from the
other students on campus?" She said two words I never thought I'd hear in the university as part of the
»solution.« She said, »Jesus Christ.«
»Oh, come onI fired back at her. »Don't give me that garbage about religionShe must have had a lot of
courage and convictions.
»Lookshe said, »I didn't tell you religion; I told you Jesus Christ.« Well, I apologized to her because I'd
been very rude – "Please forgive my attitude, but to tell you the truth, I'm sick and tired of that kind of thing. I
just don't want anything to do with it."
Then you know what happened? These students and faculty challenged me to examine intellectually who
Jesus Christ was. At first I thought it was a joke. How ridiculous! It was my opinion that most Christians
had two brains. I though one was lost, and the other was out looking for it!
But these people kept challenging me over and over and over again, until finally I accepted their challenge.
I spent a lot of money to completely discredit Christianity, but it backfired. I concluded that Christ had to be
who He claimed to be. »You came to that conclusion intellectually?« you say.
That's right. Let me show you how. I concluded that if I could show that either one of two basic areas was
not historically trustworthy or true I had won my case against Christianity.
The first area: to demonstrate that the New Testament was not historically reliable. It was written years
later, I thought, and all those myths and legends had crept in, along with errors and discrepancies. That's all
I had to do, but as I said, it backfired.
When I speak in a literature or a history class now I state that there's more evidence for the historical
reliability of the New Testament than for any 10 pieces of classical literature put together. For example,
when you study history you need to develop a historiography, a proper approach to evaluating historical
documents. There are three basic tests ˝ the bibliographic test, the internal evidence test, and the external
evidence test.
Let me just touch on the bibliographic test, which asks questions about the manuscripts. A manuscript is a
handwritten copy rather than a printed one. One question this test asks is how many manuscripts you have.
The more manuscripts you have the easier it is to reconstruct the original (referred to as the autograph) and
check for errors or discrepancies..
Let me tell you what I found in relation to the New Testament. When I wrote the book Evidence That
Demands a Verdict in 1974, I was able to document 14,000 manuscripts of just the New Testament (that's
not counting the Old Testament). In the revised edition I've been able to document 24,633 manuscripts of
just the New Testament. The Number Two book in manuscript authority in all history is the Iliad by Homer,
which has 643 manuscripts.
I felt the second area would be even simpler to discount. Everything that Jesus Christ taught, lived, and
died for was based on His resurrection. All I had to do was prove that it never took place. But that, too,
backfired on me, and in fact led to my writing The Resurrection Factor because of the evidence.
Have you heard of Dr. Simon Greenleaf, who held the Royal Professorship of Law at Harvard? He was a
skeptic, often mocking the Christians in his classes. One day they challenged him to take the three volumes
he had written on the laws of legal evidence and apply them to the resurrection. After much persuasion he
did that. In the proces he became a Christian and went on to write a book about his search. Greenleaf
came to the conclusion that the resurrection of Jesus Christ is one of the best established events in history
according to the laws of legal evidence.
So I had a problem. I found out that becoming a Christian (or I prefer the term a believer) was rather egoshattering.
My intellect was convinced, but a struggle began in my life. Jesus Christ directly challenged me to trust Him
as Savior, as the One who died on the cross for my sins. "To all who received Him, to those who believed in
His name, He gave the right to become children of God» (John 1:12). But I didn't want a «party pooper"
invading my life. I couldn't think of a faster way to ruin a good time or destroy intellectual pursuits or impede
scholarly acceptability with my peers.
My mind told me that Christianity was true; but my will said, »Don't admit it
It came to the point where I'd go to bed at ten at night but I couldn't fall asleep until four in the morning. I
knew I had to get Jesus off my mind or go out of my mind!
On December 19, 1959, at 8:30 p.m., during my second year at the university, I became a Christian.
That night I prayed. I prayed four things in order to establish a relationship with God ˝ a personal
relationship with His Son, the personal, resurrected, living Christ. Over a period of time that relationship has
turned my life around.
First, I prayed, »Lord Jesus, thank You for dying on the cross for meSecond, I said, "I confess those
things in my life that aren't pleasing to You and ask You to forgive me and cleanse me." The Bible says,
»Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow« (Isaiah 1:18). Third, I said, "Right now, in
the best way I know how, I open the door of my heart and life and trust You as my Savior and Lord. Take
control of my life. Change me from the inside out. Make me the type of person You created me to be."
The last thing I prayed was, »Thank You for coming into my life by faithIt was a faith produced by the Holy
Spirit, based on God's Word and supported by evidence and the facts of history.
I'm sure you've heard religious people talk about their »bolt of lightning.« Well, after I prayed nothing
happened. In fact, after I made that decision, I felt sick to my stomach.
»Oh no, McDowell, what'd you get sucked into nowI wondered. I really felt I'd gone off the deep end ˝ and
some of my friends agreed.
But I can tell you one thing: In six months to a year and a half, I found I hadn't gone off the deep end. My
life was changed.
A few years ago I was in a debate with the head of the history department at a mid-western university, and I
said, »My life has been changed.« He interrupted me rather sarcastically. "McDowell, are you trying to tell
us that God really changed your life in the 20th century? What areas?
After 45 minutes of my describing changes, he said, »Okay, that's enough
Mental Peace. I told him about my restlessness. I was a person who always had to be occupied. I had to
be over at my girlfriend's place or somewhere in a rap session. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicts. I'd sit
down and try to study or think, and I couldn't.
But a few months after I made that decision to trust Christ, a kind of mental peace began to develop. Don't
misunderstand. I'm not talking about the absence of conflict. What I found in this relationship with Jesus
wasn't so much the absence of conflict as it was the ability to cope with it. I have come to experience in a
very real way Christ's promise when He said, "Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you. I do not give to
you as the world gives" (John 14:27).
Control of Temper. Another area that changed was my bad temper. I used to »blow my stack« if somebody
just looked at me cross-eyed. I still have the scars from almost killing a man my first year at the university.
My temper was such an integral part of me that I didn't consciously seek to change it.
One day after my decision to put my faith in Christ, I arrived at a crisis, only to find that my temper was gone!
And only once in the many years since 1959 have I lost it.
There's another area that I'm not proud of. Hatred. It wasn't something outwardly manifested, but a kind of
inner grinding. The one person I hated more than anyone else in the world was my father. I despised him.
To me he was the town alcoholic.
If friends were coming over, I would take my father, tie him up in the barn, and park the car up around the
silo. To avoid embarassment, we would tell our friends he had to go somewhere. I don't think any person
could hate someone more than I hated my father.
Maybe five months after I made that decision for Christ, love for my father ˝ a love from God through Jesus
Christ ˝ inundated my life. It turned my hatred upside down. It enabled me to look my father squarely in the
eyes and say, »Dad, I love youAfter some of the things I'd done, that really shook him up.
When I transferred to a private university, I was in a serious car accident. With my neck in traction, I was
taken home. I'll never forget my father coming into my room and asking, "Son, how can you love a father
like meI said, «Dad, six months ago I despised you." Then I shared with him my conclusions about Jesus
"Dad, I let Jesus come into my life. I can't explain it completely, but as a result of this relationship, I've found
the capacity to love and accept not only you, but other people ˝ just the way they are."
Forty-five minutes later one of the greatest thrills of my life occurred. Somebody in my own family, someone
who knew me so well I couldn't pull the wool over his eyes, my own father, said to me, "Son, if God can do in
my life what I've seen Him do in yours, then I want to give Him the opportunity." Right there my father
prayed with me and trusted Christ.
Usually changes take place over several days, weeks, monthsÍeven years. The life of my father was
changed right before my eyes. It was as though somebody reached in and turned on a light bulb. I've never
seen such a rapid change before or since. My father touched alcohol only once after that. He got it as far
as his lisp and that was it. He didn't need it anymore.
I've come to one conclusion. A relationship with Jesus Christ changes lives. You can ignorantly laugh at
Christianity; you can mock and ridicule it. But it works. If you trust Christ, watch your attitudes and actions ˝
because Jesus Christ specializes in changing lives, forgiving sin, and removing guilt.
I've shared how I personally responded to the claims of Christ. You, too, need to ask the logical question:
"What difference does all this evidence make to me? What difference does it make whether or not I believe
Christ died on the cross for my sins and rose again?"
The answer is put best by something Jesus said to a man named Thomas who doubted. He told him, " I am
the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father, except through Me" (John 14:6).
You can trust God right now by faith through prayer. Prayer is talking with God. God knows your heart and
is not as much concerned with your words as He is with the attitude of your heart. If you have never trusted
Christ, you can do that right now.
The prayer I prayed was this: "Lord Jesus, I need You. Thank You for dying on the cross for my sins. I
open the door of my life and trust You as my Savior. Thank You for forgiving my sins and giving me eternal
life. Make me the kind of person You want me to be. Thank You that I can trust You."
If you have just trusted Christ, or believe you are going to do so, write me. You will have a lot of questions,
as I had. A professor once shared with me some principles about how my life could be changed through this
new relationship with God through Jesus Christ. I'd like to send them to you. Thanks for letting me share
my story with you.
Josh McDowell
P. O. Box 1000
Dallas, TX 75221

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