The fool says in his heart, ‘there is no God’... Psalms 14:1



I really do not mean to insult anyone, but check this out:

It’s just amazing that people actually sincerely believe that there is no God. Their argument usually is that there’s so much that goes bad here, so many going hungry and starving, natural disasters that claims the lives of so many that shouldn't be if there was a God and so on. There’s no doubt that these things do happen, and it’s sad, really, that it happens at all. But does all that really mean there’s no God?
It’s just ridiculous, the thought of it. People just don’t like to feel bad, and anything that makes them even remotely uncomfortable has just got to be evil. Usually, people who live in regions worst hit by hunger and famine and starvation and the resultant deaths, aren’t the ones claiming there’s no God. The majority of them do believe in God. It’s usually those who see the images, who have probably never gone without food except for when they chose to, who say things like that.

What’s worse is that they are restricted to a specific location per time, and can’t in anyway see the whole picture of things that could earn them bragging rights to say they understand the way of all things and how they work and are inter-related. They’ve never been to the moon (funny enough, I haven’t heard any of those who’ve been there saying there’s no God), the closest extra-terrestrial body to Earth, which is just one planet in the solar system, which is just one solar system in our galaxy of millions of solar systems, which is just one galaxy out of probably billions more, and many more things we don’t even have names for yet, stuff that we can’t comprehend in its wholeness.

I love that picture up there. The tiny dot in the middle is this planet, Earth. With our deception of how powerful we think we are, how independent we pretend to be, thinking we don’t need a God because we don’t like the idea of being held accountable for how we live and what we do, doing stuff and not caring about how it’ll affect someone else, pursuing money like it was the answer to life’s questions, disrespecting our bodies, killing our babies, refusing to listen to warnings about global warming etc, we’re doing all of that from that tiny dot in the middle...and this picture was not taken from the farthest part of the solar system. That goes without saying, that if that photo was taken from further away, we’d be invisible! Completely insignificant! Except of course in the eyes of God, to Whom we mean a lot. If this planet was obliterated today, the effect on the rest of the Universe would be negligible or insignificant. Where then is all our stupid pride (yep, pride is really dumb, if you think about it)?

Toby asked me the other day why I’d want to have kids. I’d never really thought about why, I just know I love kids so much...I think they’re the most interesting and the most fascinating human beings, and incredibly intelligent. Their association with adults is what makes them like us when they grow up. Point is, I’d not thought about the why. He went on to say that people who want children usually want them so they can express, or pour out the love they have inside them. He said that was why God created mankind, to find a vessel to pour His love into. Do you think it’s an accident that Earth is placed so that it can inhabit life?

Now imagine you decide you want a child. You give birth to this bundle of joy, and the child becomes everything to you. Let's ssume it’s a girl. You love her so much you don’t think it’s possible to love more than this. Everything you do is done with this child in perspective. As she grows, you take care of her through illnesses, toothing aches, you are in awe of her first smile, her first crawl, her first step. You take pictures of everything catch every first, every funny, memorable event on your camcorder. You cry on her first day of school, put her through school, trained her as best as you knew how.
She grows up some more, now she’s fifteen. She knows nothing of life, but she acts like she knows everything. She is confused about some things, curious about others, but she’d rather seek information from other novices her age. You watch her grow apart from you, and you try to draw her closer, but the more you try the further away from you she goes. It’s not that she hates you – she just doesn’t think you understand her and all she’s going through like her friends do. She hates that you’re trying to control her life – she thinks that’s what you want to do.
She’s fascinated with this group of girls and wants to be like them. So, before long, she’s hooking up with wild girls, going to all the wrong parties, learning to smoke, trying out joints, she’s been drugged and raped at one such party, or she’s slept with some guy because she didn’t want to look bad, wants to be a big girl, wants to impress her friends who’ve been doing it, wants to impress the guy, everyone else is doing it, etc. Before long, she’s sleeping with a lot of guys, after all she’s already done it, so what’s the point - she tells herself. Naturally she gets pregnant along the line, and aborts the baby without your knowledge, dies a little inside but can’t talk to anyone because it’s not supposed to be wrong, right? It’s legal, for crying out loud. If it wasn’t the school wouldn’t have taken her for the abortion, would they? They didn’t even call you to tell you, because it’s legal, besides, every girl’s doing it. Before long, she’s done it several times, and before long, she’s drinking, or doing drugs, sleeping around, doing anything to drown the pain, but getting sucked in deeper.

She’s twenty now, hates herself because she’s messed up, hates her life, hates you for being right, even though she won’t admit it. You know you’ve lost your daughter, but your heart aches for her. She’s left home, but you yearn for her, cry for her, pray for her, long for her to come home. You never stopped loving her – you even love her more now than you did in the beginning, but she’s lost, won’t call home and won’t even acknowledge you’re there. She doesn’t talk about you, pretends you don’t exist, and even tells people you’re dead, in a home, lost – you don’t exist.

How would you feel? Of course you still love her. You still want her to come home; you’re waiting with open arms. You don’t care what she’s done; she’s still your daughter.

That’s like the tip of the ice berg, relating this to how God feels. He loves us so much, so so much that if it required Him coming as our kind to save us (which would be a very humiliating experience for Him, great as He is, to become so small as to fit into the womb of a teenage middle-eastern girl and be born as a baby like man, depending on a girl for food, a change of diapers, etc), He was more than willing to do it. It’s incredible because He’s so great He holds the whole world in His hands, created all things by the word of His power, and put some of Himself into every man, yet gave man a free hand in choosing the direction of his life, providing guidance, which of course we disregard thinking we know better, thinking we belong to a modern, more advanced stage in human history, forgetting that time is a physical property limited to us on Earth, and God is not held or limited by time or space.

Makes me think of something like an amoeba, shouting up at me, saying I don’t exist simply because I am beyond its ability to comprehend.

God loves everyone of you reading this post, and His loving you is completely without regard for how much you may hate Him or any opinion you may have about him.. God loves you, whether or not you believe it, whether or not you deny His existence, regardless of anything you've done, whether or not you feel remorse for your wrongs, whether they were mistakes or deliberate. You cannot do anything to make God love you any less than He does. And all He wants from You is that you accept His love. It is endless, timeless, undemanding, cutting across all race, tribe, gender and age.

Don't let your decisions about God be determined by the wrongs going on around you, or by the tendency of Christians to be judgemental. Accept His love while you still can. If you die unsaved, you'll find Him on the otherside, and you'll find it's too late. Same thing if Jesus comes again - physically. Both times will be times for rewards, not for acknowledgments. There's really nothing you can do about the fact that there is God, no matter what you choose to believe.

Talk to you soon . . . Bye





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