What History Was Meant To Leave Out

“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.”

‭‭Genesis‬ ‭1‬:‭1‬-‭2‬ ‭

You probably know where I’m going with this. But hear me out.

Science and God have always been at odds. From Eden to Einstein, science and God have long walked parallel paths, rarely meeting, yet always circling the same origin. But I don’t believe history tried to erase God. The idea of ‘a god’ still exists, just rebranded.

“God” a being to be worshipped. And there are many gods now, scattered across minds and media.

What I believe history has tried to leave out isn’t even Jesus. His name earmarks the very timeline we base the order of history on—B.C. and A.D. revolve around the reckoning of his life. We can acknowledge who he was, where he came from, what he stood for. We’ll even give credit to the miracles, the teachings, the betrayal, and the brutal crucifixion.

It would sound absurd, wouldn’t it? To teach students that the grave where his body was laid now lies empty. That after three days, a man resurrected from the dead. Like the first science fiction story except, not fiction. Terrifying, actually.

And sure, that sounds wild. Too much to write down in a history book without setting off alarms. But if we’re willing to teach that a man named Jesus lived and died, why not go the full mile?

Because three days later, he came back.Witnesses saw him. Talked to him. Walked with him.

And then he ascended, leaving us with a grand finale of words, mic-dropping a message that promises a next time. That the next time we’d see him would be when he returns not as a carpenter, not as a teacher. But as a King.

And maybe, we’ve never really been ready for that truth.

History stops where faith begins.

Because if we accept the resurrection, we have to accept the rest of the story. That he’s coming back. And that terrifies people, more than death itself, more than suffering, the idea of being seen by a living God. A God who returns to face us.

So we cherry-pick the parts of the Bible that feel safe. The comforting verses or the gentle parables. But the rest? We toss. We mock or ignore. That, to me, is denial. If Genesis 1:1 “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth” feels too far-fetched, why pretend to embrace anything at all?

Meanwhile, our history books present their own creation ideologies. Big Bang, evolution, apes to man. And look, I’m not even saying those ideas are crazy. In fact, some of it kind of makes sense. But then again… what actually makes sense?

We are floating on a rock that spins around a burning star, in the middle of pitch-black infinity. And somehow, we invented the stock market and BBLs.

Sometimes it all feels fake. Like I could blink and none of this is even real.But here I am. Still breathing. Still existing. In an orange shirt, typing this with my thumbs. Me, a creature with a lap-creature that we domesticated for pleasure.

We’re the only species that contemplates the soul. That feels this ache of something more. That questions why we’re here at all.

And maybe this isn’t just what history leaves out, but what history was meant to leave out. Maybe, the whole operation of God and man was designed to be hidden, veiled, bypassed, for the sake of choice. Faith is not forced. It’s invited. It was never supposed to be printed in a textbook, decoded like a scientific formula. From the moment sin corrupted our autonomy, this story was meant to be sought out, not spoon-fed. To find Him, you have to choose Him. That’s the point.

We are just specs in a grander scheme of things.

Our solar system alone is one colossal phantom of reality. The earth orbits the Sun at 93 million miles away, a distance we call one astronomical unit. Light takes just over eight minutes to reach us. But that’s child’s play in cosmic terms.

Ready, for this ..( puts on nerd glasses and tin foil hat)…

The edge of our solar system, the Oort Cloud, may extend 100,000 times that distance. Beyond that, the next closest star, Proxima Centauri is over 24 trillion miles away. Even the fastest spacecraft we’ve built would take 70,000 years to reach it.

And that’s just the next star over.

The Milky Way galaxy we live in is over 100,000 light-years wide. That’s 587 quadrillion miles across. And there are an estimated two trillion galaxies in the observable universe. The full scope of existence is at least 93 billion light-years across and still expanding.

This is all in our history books- for lack of better words, we are dust.

Floating dust. With feelings.

And yet, out of all this, we are the only known beings who can look up and ask, Why? To wonder! To create.

We invented mathematics to measure the stars, then wrote poetry about how they made us feel. We are the only species that mourns, dreams, and believes.

The primates can’t come close to that.

We are atoms made conscious. Stardust that dares to hope. The universe observing itself.

And still, we hide this from young minds. We teach formulas but not wonder. We give facts but erase the mystery. We acknowledge Jesus the man but ignore the possibility of Jesus the Deity.

Is it too far-fetched, to believe in a God and a fallen angel? A depraved humanity? We already see pure hatred run feral in our vains. Such wickedness has got to come from somewhere. Monkeys?

A hell not even made for us, but for the devil and his demons, drags down souls with them one by one.

People ask, how could a good God send anyone to hell?

But that’s just it. He doesn’t. He pulls them out of it.

He could send us there. And if you’re a God, you need no reason to quarrel among your creation.

But that’s not what brings Him glory.

What brings Him glory is letting His right hand man, Lucifer, rise up with enough power granted heaven-side to challenge the Almighty and still lose.

He doesn’t force anyone.

He’s not interested in programming mindless, robotic obedience.

His promise is plainly this, “Prepare to lose.” In other words,

“And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.”

‭‭Romans‬ ‭16‬:‭20‬ ‭

That’s the whole point of the resurrection.

To show us, the battle’s already over. The tomb is empty. Death is defeated. Not just his but yours too.

The decision is yours and so does the escort that comes with it, that will take you to your eternal destination of your choosing, based off your final belief.

If real, that can really suck if you based every core of your being on the hope to return as a butterfly. I would really hope you are more certain, than the sun is on schedule.

If it’s not real, you’d lose nothing but if it is, you’d lose everything.

This war will come to its end.

And if this Jesus King is returning, it’s not to argue, or to beg you to come with him. But to reign.

Because if the grave is empty, then everything changes.

And we’re not ready for that. Everyone who has died this far, had plans.

Is anyone ready to die?