(I like the quaint rebuffs from skeptics who say believers are slow of mind when it comes to believing the testimony of the monarch of books, ie, the holy scriptures.)
Let me say positively here again, no amount of ‘evidence’ will satisfy a rebellious heart as to the nature and existence of God. None. When men cry for ‘evidence,’ they are hoping for one more opportunity to extend a narrative that has long been cancelled, that is, to simply lengthen a conversation in which the sinful heart cannot tolerate the light of day.
If life itself is not enough proof… there then is NO proof on earth to quench the thirst of the ungodly. The ‘asking’ for evidence is repulsive to common sense and to the mind of man, which is a tad different from the mind of the jackal, yet it is the unbelieving mind which acts like a ravaging beast, betraying its very nature. The jackal has an excuse.
How many times have you been asked if you believe there was a worldwide flood? Supposedly, you are nutso if you accept the simple account as described in Genesis, and verified by the Lord Jesus Christ Himself. But Genesis? Oh yeah, the beginning of all beginnings. The true and only beginning.
Personally, I have seen flood waters the likes of which were darn near Noahic in a mere few hours, so yeah, it is rather easy to believe that the results of a 40 day and 40 night downpour would create somewhat of a major problem. Are you listening? 40 days and nights of non stop water.
But a few questions I would pose to the naysayer: Have YOU ever been part of a 40 day/night deluge to the degree that you can say it did not occur? How can you possibly be satisfied with ‘evidence’ of such water if said water washes away the shoelaces you are looking for which belongs to your criminal friends who said ‘God who?’ That’s right, criminal.
The narrative of scripture is plenty of proof that God’s word can be trusted, and that back in the day, when the atheists were just about as vocal as they are today, raised a fist to God Himself, and ignored the daily pleading of that master ship-builder.
Last week when it snowed 8″, the utter weight of all that snow which rested upon the ground up and down the coast was remarkable in that snow is another opportunity for men to see that God is good. Rain appears to go unnoticed as a gift from God as a blessing from heaven, but the whiteness of piled up snow exaggerates His favour, but who notices, and who cares.
Seems to me a good idea to consider the weight of all that glory falling from above.
It is not difficult at all to believe that the Creator of the dewdrop, and the oceans of the world, sends rain from above, and opens the fountains of the great deep, which ‘deep’ by the way, has recently been discovered that there are in fact fountains waaaay beneath our feet, under water to be exact. Very deep and quite instructive.
Scripture does not read like a novel. It is not a book on prurience or unbelievable tales. It reads like it should. To the heart, cutting quickly to the conscience and mind, it speaks of a God above all, revealed to one and all, as the only word of the living God. Sure there are imposters, sure there are bastard children who want to make a name, (does Babel ring a bell?) but God’s word has no competitors such as the dopey Goliaths with big mouths but having no strength. Mental midget’s so to speak.
But a big big flood? It’s far easier to believe that than it is for a God to justify the ungodly, without compromising His own intrinsic eternal perfection. ‘Whereby the world which then was, being overflowed with water, perished.’ So wrote the good man Peter, whose word was good then, as it is today, even moreseo credible when he also said: ‘I will never deny thee.’ And yet the cock crowed to remind him of his triple disappointment. I like Peter. And John. And Paul. And Timothy. And Titus. And Apollos. And Lydia. And Phoebe.
Ah yes, the weakness of men, and the strength of God. God’s word, very good, excellent even. But little ‘jackie’ bless the animal that he is, does not run around and gripe there be no God. So why do men play the brute beast? Easy. They worship and serve themselves, feeding their own appetites of mischief and mayhem, and loving it.
(ps- It is not the flood upon the world of the ungodly which is the heart of contention. If not that, it would be the temple of Solomon. If not that, it would be Queen Esther in the royal court. If not that, it would be Daniel interpreting kingly dreams. If not that, it would be the execution of little ones by Herod. If not that, it would be the washing of the hands by Pilate. If not that, it would have been the gravesite of Lazarus. If not that, it would have been the prophecy regarding the destruction of the temple. If not that, it would be the appearance by He to the two, or the twelve, or the five hundred at once. You see, the flood has been, and will always be a smokescreen.)