I’ve been writing a thinly disguised version of the life of Jesus Christ, set in modern times, which exposes (my version of) the Christian religion as being the result of nothing more than a comedy of errors in which disciples come to have faith in, what they think is, God due to a series of coincidences and accidents. Essentially, they start to believe in a supernatural/divine power (aka God) but it’s a hollow belief that has no basis in reality.
I was humming along nicely with this and was planning a big reveal at the end that trashed Christianity, Christ, God and all the associated customs and systems. But then something happened.
To cut a long story short – as a result of my research in Christianity, I became a believer! I’m now born again, having accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviour.*
This means that my view on what I’ve been writing has completely changed. I’m now very conflicted about writing such a blasphemous ending to this story. Can I, in all conscience, even as a serious writer, persevere with the ending I originally and meticulously planned, even though it goes against all I believe in, or should I throw all that out and change the ending to reflect my new-found faith?
Ultimately, what I’ve described isn’t anything to do with writing, because really I’m asking how to resolve the conflict between my faith and my (next) profession.
My thoughts are that I should move the characters, and therefore the ending of my story, beyond death. In this way I will lead the characters into discovering the ‘truth’ of the matter. What do you think?
*This isn’t true.