All we see is color, right? How do we know that our sorrows, fears, joys and passions are nothing but a dream (as in "Row Row Row Your Boat") or someone else's memory? The King of the Jews, the Messiah said: "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me... If anyone chooses to do God's will, he will find out whether my teaching comes from God or whether I speak on my own" (Jn. 14:6, 7:17). We can know - to say otherwise or leave it to the philosophers or new-agers is a copout.
Why do we yearn for Utopia? Where does our hunt for ET and UFO’s come from? Are we annihilated when our heart stops? Is there a land called Heaven? As C. S. Lewis, of Shadowlands fame, points out, "Surely a man's hunger does prove that he comes of a race which repairs its body by eating and inhabits a world where eatable substances exist. In the same way, though I do not believe (I wish I did) that my desire for Paradise proves that I shall enjoy it, I think it a pretty good indication that such a thing exists and that some men will. A man may love a woman and not win her; but it would be very odd if the phenomenon called 'falling in love' occurred in a sexless world."
If life is void, hopeless, and pointless what keeps us from offing ourselves? Consider Leo Tolstoy's wisdom: "I can now see that if I did not kill myself it was because of some vague awareness that my ideas were mistaken. No matter how convincing and irrefutable I felt my train of thoughts to be, as well as that of the wise ideas that had led us all to the conclusion that life is meaningless I still had some obscure doubts..." Maybe, just maybe, there is a reason for the season.
Did I create Time? Am I the Author of History? Am I a little or big "god?" Is a stone my savior? Think about what Augustine said: "And what is this? I asked the earth, and it answered me, 'I am not He'; and whatsoever are in it confessed the same... I asked the heavens, sun, moon, stars, 'Nor (say they) are we the God whom you seek.' ... And I turned myself unto myself, and said to myself, 'Who are you?' And I answered, 'A man.' ... I asked the whole frame of the world about my God; and it answered me, 'I am not He, but He made me.'"
The reliability of scripture can be seen in the book of Isaiah. A complete copy of Isaiah from the Dead Sea Scrolls is dated to about 100 B.C. The second oldest complete manuscripts of Isaiah are from around 900 A.D. The differences between them are few and minor. If you look at an NIV version of Isaiah you can see these for yourself in the footnotes. This is hard evidence that God has protected the transmission of his word for a thousand years!
Evolution is not true truth. Every supposed "ape-man" has fallen and been debunked when investigated with closer scrutiny. This is precisely the case with Donald Johanson's "Lucy." Other primate fossils found in the same area as "Lucy" in Ethiopia have long and curved hands and feet - a characteristic of tree climbers. The pelvis of "Lucy" is more similar to chimps than humans. The angle at the knee between the upper and lower leg is high for "Lucy." But this is also true of orangutans and spider monkeys.
Through Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit you can have forgiveness of your sins, friendship with God and be empowered to do the righteous thing. "For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord... He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness...For Christ died for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God" (Rom. 6:23, 1 Peter 2:24, 3:18). Read the gospel of John and ask Jesus to forgive your sins and change your life through his blood shed on the cross!
Any Questions? Write to us at the email in our profile. References: C. S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory (Eerdmans) p. 6 Leo Tolstoy, A Confession (Penguin) p. 47 The Confessions of St. Augustine (Collier) pp. 156&7 Duane Gish, Evolution: The Challenge of the Fossil Record (Creation-Life) pp. 158-62
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