Monday, November 21, 2022

WHERE DO WE COME FROM?

A bridesmaid, whose wedding I had just officiated, invited me to dance with her at a wedding reception. I declined. I do not understand the concept of dancing. She said I was “over-thinking” it. I suppose I am guilty of “over-thinking” at times.

Me concentrating really hard so as not to step on my wife's toes

Little Johnny asked his mum where he came from. She spent an hour explaining the “birds and the bees”. Then she asked why he had asked. “O,” he said, “my friend said that he came from Toowoomba!” Where do you come from? At school they told us something about pond-scum over gazillions of years growing arms and legs, a brain and even learning how to dance! This type of “over-thinking” concerns me. It devalues life by turning us into bags of primordial soup (with strands of alpha-getti, DNA)? This goo-to-you sort of thinking troubles me when someone who comes to me seeking advice views himself as a beaker of chemicals. How am I supposed to help those who dehumanise themselves in this way?

Where are we from? Are we just congealed chemicals sloshing around in a plastic bag like goldfish from the Ekka? Did freak accidents produce the man that comes into my office to tell me his troubles? Maybe he is just from Toowoomba!

William of Ockham (1285-1349) was not one to “over-think” things unnecessarily. “Ockham’s Razor” states that in two competing views the simplest view is often correct. The Christian view is simple. The triune God created us in His own image. Evolutionism is an extremely complex philosophy. At school I was taught that man is an accidental product of time and chance, i.e., millions of years in which millions of accidental (but beneficial!) mutations occurred producing life from non-life. The former view is called “Creationism”, the latter “Evolutionism”. These are mutually exclusive. They are at loggerheads in the ongoing “Culture Wars” in which, for the time being, Evolutionism has gained the upper-hand in popularity. You may disagree but, as I see it, one of the downsides to Evolutionism’s ascendancy is loss of meaning for the individual and loss of dignity for humanity. Human beings used to be viewed as special but now we are simply the same as the animals. Now there is no rhyme or reason to life, no design, grand or otherwise, no meaning and no purpose. We just are! The final scene of the “Perfect Storm” movie springs to mind. The camera withdraws on high to show a “man overboard” drowning in the vast ocean!

Meanwhile back to “Ockham’s Razor.” When little Johnny asks me (the Creationist) where he is from, I say, “God.” However, the (honest) Evolutionist alleges that he does not know. Regardless, in this we see then that the former gives Johnny an anchor and meaning in his life (i.e., God, his Maker), while the latter cruelly leaves him all adrift at sea. Johnny grows up not knowing where he comes from, who he is, where he is going. He has no reference point in life. He is surrounded by many like-minded people who remind him there is no good or evil in the world, that there is no meaning or purpose to his life, and definitely no God of the Bible! Thus Johnny is dehumanised.

In the past during times of war it has been beneficial to dehumanise the enemy. For example, it makes it easier for soldiers to kill an enemy that is no better than an animal. You can shoot a wild pig, can’t you? Well, these people are worse than wild pigs! – that sort of thing. Alas! Whether you are an Evolutionist or a Creationist you must agree that bringing human beings down to the level of animals is going to have an effect on the society in which we live, mostly, if not always, negative. Therefore, in the present “Culture Wars” we can expect many casualties.

Give little Johnny back his dignity. Give him meaning and purpose in life. Tell him about the Triune God who made him, for, “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth” Genesis 1:1.

Tuesday, November 1, 2022

CHRISTMAS CROSSWORDS

                                                            Christmas Crosswords

Image from Net
The old man sat alone in his dingy rest-home room contemplating what had just happened. He’d created a scene at the family Christmas dinner. As an unbeliever he couldn’t go along with all their ‘Jesus talk.’ Maybe the glass of wine had gone to his head, but he had told them what he really thought! He’d seen and experienced too much evil for there to be any God. And so he had been taken home early, to sit alone with his thoughts. One of his grandchildren had given him a small present. As he sat there in his misery he tore off the wrapper: Christmas Crosswords. He let out a gasp of exasperation as he cried out, which only reminded him what had really annoyed him at the dinner table. They’d been discussing Jesus taking His first and last breaths – something to do with the Christmas sermon they had heard at church that morning. The message had been From Manger to Cross. Jesus breathed His first breath in a stable and was gently placed in a manger. He breathed His last after being nailed to a cross. ‘He did it all for the salvation of sinners’ they said. ‘Bunkum!’ and it all went downhill after that.

He loved his kids and grandkids, so, he felt the tingle of remorse enter his heart. He cracked open the little book, was it about Jesus’s seven words on the cross? Was it to do with Christmas things? He started with the easy ones. ‘Animal feeding trough.’ He wrote manger. The word stable intersected on the downward. But what was this at 3 down? The clue was cancelled. ‘Whatever can that be?’ So, he went for a couple of easier ones on the horizontal and wrote in cross and sins. ‘Yes!’ he thought, second letter ‘o’ and fifth letter ‘i’. Forgiven! Cross, sins, forgiven. His breathing became laboured. ‘I hope my family can forgive me. I’m such an old fool.’ Then he looked again at what he’d written. ‘There’s the cross. There’re my sins.’ It was then that the word forgiven came crashing home to him. ‘I am a sinner who needs forgiveness for my sins!’ He paused as his heart started racing. His breathing became erratic. He remembered that what had annoyed him most at the Christmas dinner was the conversation about Jesus on the cross. ‘Jesus cried out with a loud voice, and breathed His last.’ He had joked about Jesus’s ‘cross words’ from the cross. ‘Wouldn’t you be angry too if you were nailed to a cross?’ No one laughed as he continued to mock Jesus. The reality was that he had no clue why Jesus was born, and even less of an idea what He was doing on that cross. So, like those who surrounded Christ’s cross, he mocked Him. But not now. Something had come over him. He began calling out with a loud voice…

At the funeral those who had gathered were reminded of what the nurse had heard coming from the old man’s room which had drawn her attention. ‘He was calling out these words, “Lord Jesus, save me! I’m a sinner in need of Your forgiveness! Please forgive me!” Sadly, he’d breathed his last before they had got to him.But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus” (1 Thess. 4:13-14). The nurse said that he had died clutching a little book to his chest, Christmas Crosswords.’ The grandson who had gifted the book asked if he could say a couple of words, ‘This was our best Christmas ever! Yes, we’re all sad that the Lord took granddad away. But that was the day he got saved. Praise God!’

Have you finished the Christmas crossword yet?