Received a compliment the other day. Supposedly I’m cray cray for believing scripture, but here’s the way it works when talking with an atheist.
I’ll talk about the beauty of nature, and they will talk about the ugliness of man killing a woodpecker. I’ll speak of the wonders of the Seas, and unfathomable depths yet uncharted, and they will btcih about the great flood and an ‘evil’ God, while not even believing the entire world was once deluged with water.
I’ll speak of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and they will tell me these three men were comic or action heroes, pure fiction to dupe the innocent. And how pray tell did they arrive at these conclusions? Ha! They were convinced by people who do not believe one word of scripture, as if the erasers of fools can delete God and history from the annals of life.
Nice try, but even Bozo was not that funny. Because there is no argument, they will malign the believer with accusations one after another, like the waves lapping the shore; they bring irrelevance and nonsense time after time, citing ‘learned’ rabbis who place God under their feet, and tell others that God’s word cannot be trusted.
Yeah, good luck with that. I’ll take God’s account of history over a thousand PhD’s any day of the week, and I’ll believe God’s record of history over ten thousand unbelieving rabbi’s. Heck, it’s no wonder Stephen was stoned to death, as he proved Israel’s failure to recognize their own stubbornness to believe their own history.
So when speaking with the great pretenders of spiritual intellect, you will tell them that yes, Moses did cross the Red Sea, and they will tell you: ‘Rabbi Smoshe sez: ‘No Way,’ or, Rabbi Juda ben Hammerstein sez: ‘Never happened,’ or Rabbi Uri Guri Cohenspeck wrote: ‘Pure poetry to keep the masses in check.’
Yeah ok, We are supposed to take the words of men who claim intelligence because they cannot find the hubcaps of Solomon’s chariots, or the orange shoelaces of Abraham’s servants, or the copper bells from the goats at En Gedi!!!
They will cite the believer as delusional, they will claim the writings of Peter, John, and Paul were forged or worse yet lies. They will claim the genealogies are fraudulent, they will complain that good people believing in a good God who changes lives from darkness to light are mentally unstable.
They will point to the acts of monsters who SAY they are Christian to allege that ALL Christians are simply weak-minded and need mental crutches. Oh if they only knew that believers actually use their brains and assess information logically and truthfully.
If they only knew that the simple farmer who plows his fields relies on God for knowledge of the seasons, smarts regarding rain and snow, the understanding of the perfect cadence of a babbling brook containing all the notes on the scale; the revelation of color as only a Creator could provide, that is, that yellow, red, and blue being the primary colors, constitute the color of earth: brown. Of course. The color green pitched against azure is well, out of this world. Thank God, which the atheist merely thanks himself. Tis a pity.
Thus we in effect make ourselves gods by erecting idols of our own imagination, which leave out He who created the imagination in the first place. No wonder God smote Babel, as men thought their ingenuity could reach heaven with scaffolding.
A man may as well try to teach a snake how to ties his shoes than to dismiss the Creator from all that is. If men would but pay attention to their own forked tongues that curse God while praising themselves. Not too smart.
But scripture! That golden well of bottomless beauty and eternal truth. That word which is forever settled in heaven. That word which speaks of the preservation of the nation of Israel by way of the moon as a gentle reminder that God does not forget, but keeps his promises. That foretelling of the coming and going of the electronic age when Marconi was yet playing kick the can. That incomparable rainbow which testifies to God’s memory of goodness. That twelve jeweled breastplate called the grace of God. Need I go on?
But the word of God? It’s the same, yesterday, today and forever, and what of all the gripes against it? Now the serpent was more crafty than…. Same o same oh.