Being an apologist means never having to say you're sorry.
The concept of free will is up for grabs these days. And it makes sense when you think about it–along these lines. Us. A product of the outworking of billions and billions of years and billions of constituent parts swirling around and finding structure and order in a giant space. And as each of those parts are merely doing what they were created, er, made to do, it would seem that we are, for better or worse, “irreducibly complex”. The singularity was. It blew apart and it’s come together the way you see it now. “Irreducibly complex” is a phrase coined by Creationist Michael Behe to identify the impossiblility of our bodies having been created rather than evolved. The idea is, many of our systems cannot afford to lose or gain one piece in order to continue functioning as it was intended, er…designed. Or whatever. And that’s a simplistic paraphrase. If I leave off believing in God as the “Watchmaker”, I’d have to radically change my parlance. Oh, I’m willing, don’t get me wrong, it’s how I’m made up. I’d change my argot, as it were, and you’d find no reference to God in any of my words. But that would only happen were I totally shut off from the God I believe in and know and love. It’s black and white for me. And I would (my will, you understand) have it no other way. All the preceding aside, I absolutely couldn’t care less about what happened prior to six-thousand years ago. The peace and closure that stems from hearing and reading about such things devoid of God’s touch doesn’t hold a candle to the love that Jesus shows me and shows through me. There’s no such thing as love if all we are is “billion year old carbon”. We have to get ourselves back to the garden. Naive, I know. But more knowledge doesn’t necessarily lead to servanthood nor selflessness, let alone miracles.
The way of the dinosaur
“And in the morning, it will be foul weather to day: for the sky is red and lowring. O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times?” (Matthew 16:3)
I find it remarkable, as the relatively paltry number of seconds tick away in our lives, that people are so brutally resistant to the idea of God. Yes, He’s been bandied about ad nauseam for thousands upon thousands of years. Different religions bring their structures and strictures to the table. But look around you. Yes, He’s been blamed for tragedies and disbelieved in as a result. Turn it around though. How often does one acknowledge a God, let alone a good One, when good things happen? The sunrise? The sunset? The clouds billowing prior to a rainstorm? Three things of inexpressable beauty that can (and are) explained away through the lens of unbelief. The wonder of which, does not go to the top floor.
“In whom are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. And this I say, lest any man should beguile you with enticing words.” (Colossians 2:3-4)
I’m actually quite serious about this. We as Christians are not called to appeal to the unbeliever through the rhetoric of, how can I say this, a broader fact base. Because the world is so infinitely complex as to render anyone speechless with wonder. It’s the condition of a soft heart that inspires one to lay down their preconceived notions as to who God is or is not, or not. And that’s something that, in each and every one of us, the Holy Spirit has access to. As you live out the love of Jesus (don’t pay attention to the time) with every one you meet and every situation you encounter, hearts will be changed. Minds will be renewed and life will go on. Because I know God’s real. All this other stuff will work itself out.