Did Christ exist?

What precisely do we know for "certain" (in terms of
documentation/history) about the life of Jesus Christ?


It amazing to think how many people believe in this one man as the Son of God. What did he do to make such an impression on millions thousands of years later? More importantly did such a remarkable man even exist?

There are very few known facts of Jesus' life as recorded by the Gospels. The problem with this is that the gospels were not even written within Jesus' lifetime. The gospels being the only records of this man called Jesus also have alternate views on when and how Jesus was brought into this world.

The Heart of Worship

Growing up in a Christian/Pentecostal type church that always seemed to have a great worship service, cheesy I know, but listening to those songs reminds me of the faith I had. Listening to certain songs I still recognize the remaining faith within me. Even though I'm at a different place and time in my life those words have new and yet existing meaning. I find myself in tears listening to the songs of worship, as I lift my voice up to the God I believe in, the God that protects me, loves me and guides me through this life. I find myself in tears because I'm overwhelmed with truth, love and grace. I've never been the best singer but I always gave it my all. That's how I was with most things I did, I did them with all my heart. I realize, just now, that I haven't been giving it my all these past few years. I wonder why things fall apart and crumble before I even get started and it's because I'm not giving it all I have. I've given up before it's begun. I've been living in the fear that if I put my all into something and it fails that I will lose everything I have...but what do I really have to lose at this point? I need to start giving everything that I do everything I've got. I fear that I don't have the energy, the will, the emotional capacity, the mental capacity, I've been limiting myself because of all the pain I don't want to suffer through anymore. I can't live in fear anymore because that means I'm not living. I'm so terrified of taking this leap but I know that it's time. I need to have faith not just in God but in myself as well...my philosophy/theology is probably skewed here...my faith is what has brought me this far. Even during my weakest moments when my faith seemed nil to none, faith found me. I learned to worship on my own behind closed doors, not because I'm ashamed but because it gave me a chance to connect on my own. To focus on the heart of worship and not worried about the politics of a church or other people judging me on how loud I sang, if I raised my hands to the sky or not. I'm not perfect, I know this and yet I continue to seek someone that accepts me with all my flaws forgetting that I've already been accepted by the one who matters.