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Monday, April 20, 2026

O Ateu Desonesto


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O ateu que diz simplesmente não acreditar em Deus e, por isso, não ter qualquer ónus da prova a cumprir, está a jogar um jogo. O ateísmo sobrevive muitas vezes agindo como se não precisasse de provar nada. Mas será que devemos mesmo pensar que, nos bastidores, não há nada para além de uma tela em branco?

O ateu dir-nos-á que o ateísmo não é uma crença ou uma visão do mundo, mas meramente a “ausência de crença em Deus” e nada mais. Mas não acredite nisso — porque ninguém vive num vácuo filosófico. Toda a pessoa necessita de operar com pressupostos sobre a natureza da realidade. Afinal, na ausência da existência de Deus, tudo no nosso mundo fenoménico — incluindo o visível e o invisível — deve ter surgido através de causas e processos puramente naturais. Ou é Deus ou é a natureza. Portanto, mesmo que alguém afirme não acreditar em Deus e nada mais, essa ausência dá necessariamente origem a uma rede de visões, pressupostos, valores e conclusões sobre a realidade.

Terão inevitavelmente posições — sejam elas explicitamente declaradas ou não — sobre o propósito e o sentido da vida, sobre o nascimento, o casamento, a morte e até a possibilidade ou impossibilidade de uma vida após a morte. E é razoável supor que todas estas posições se baseiam num fundamento epistemológico naturalista.

Se o ateu rejeita a existência de Deus e sustenta que um Ser Supremo nada teve a ver com a origem e a formação do nosso mundo extraordinariamente ordenado e matematicamente estruturado, então que se demonstre esta explicação. Que se demonstre como processos cegos, impessoais, fortuitos, aleatórios, acidentais e sem propósito poderiam, involuntariamente, produzir tal coerência, inteligibilidade e ordem. Se não puder ser demonstrado, então não se sabe. E se não se sabe, não deve ser afirmado com confiança.

Qual é, então, a sua explicação para a realidade na ausência de Deus? E qual é a prova de que esta explicação é verdadeira? Simplificando: não a afirme meramente — demonstre-a. Não a assuma — justifique-a. Se Deus não é o fundamento da existência — o alicerce último — então o que é? Se não é Deus, então algum modelo alternativo de realidade “não-Deus” deve ocupar o Seu lugar. Mas qual é a base deste modelo? Que evidências o suportam?

No fundo, a questão não é se alguém tem uma visão do mundo, mas se está disposto a reconhecer a sua presença e a assumir a responsabilidade de a defender. Toda a negação acarreta implicações, e toda a implicação acarreta um fardo. A alegação de “mera ausência” não lhe escapa — simplesmente obscurece-o.

-- Paul Ross

Thursday, January 20, 2022

Tuesday, February 25, 2020

The Sad Commentary of Astronomer Robert Jastrow

By Dennis Edwards
Robert Jastrow (1925-2008) was a disciple of Edwin Hubble the famous American astronomer whose interpretation of the red shift in light from distant galaxies gave rise to the Big Bang Theory. After Hubble died, Jastrow continued with much of Hubble’s work.  A few years ago Jastrow wrote a book called God and the Astronomers. In an interview about his faith, or lack of it, he makes an interesting observation. He starts by talking about the implications of the Hubble’s red-shift. Read for yourself from his own words:
“If you reverse the motion, the outward motions of the stars and galaxies and go backwards in time, they come closer and closer together. Finally, they reach a point where they are nearly infinite in density and temperature and further than that you cannot go. So, there’s a beginning, a point in time from which it all started. That’s a remarkable thing. It has a strong theological flavor to it, which intrigued me, because I am an agnostic. But if there was a beginning, a moment of creation of the universe, then there was a creator. But a creator is not compatible with agnosticism. I found that point so interesting, that I felt a strong compulsion to share it with others.

"That’s why I wrote the book. Just like I can’t believe there was a creator, I can’t believe that this all happened by chance, which implies, there was a creator. So you see, I am in a completely hopeless bind and I have stayed there. Again, I find it hard to believe that this is all a matter of atoms and molecules. So, I try to fit into my concept of the world the conclusion that there is a larger force of some kind which we can call God, or whatever. But I can’t accept that, because I’m a materialist in philosophy. I believe the world consists entirely of material substances (and no supernatural causes). When you specify those substances and the laws of how they interact, you have done it all. Nothing more needs to be said.

"That’s what science tells me. I have been a scientist all my life. But I find it unsatisfactory, in fact, it makes me uneasy. I feel I am missing something. But I will not find out what I am missing within my lifetime.”[1]
So here we see Robert Jastrow, who worked with Hubble on the Hubble Telescope, making an incredible confession. He’s been a materialist, an atheist, an agnostic, which is a type of atheism, all his life. Now he is coming to the end of his life and he’s having  doubts about the world view he has held all his life. He’s looked at the idea of the Big Bang, a naturalistic origin theory, and the fact that there was a beginning point bothers him. He concludes that “If there is a beginning point, then there must be a cause for why the universe came into existence. If there is a cause then it seems probable that the cause could be a Creator God." But the idea of a Creator God is contrary to Jastrow’s materialistic world view. And yet he has found his materialistic world view to be unsatisfying. However, even though his mind and conscience are leading him to reject the world view he has held all his life and embrace a world view with a Creator God, he’s not able to. He’s caught in the atheistic, agnostic mindset which gave him freedom to forget about God and believe and do whatever he wanted to do.
We don’t know how his world view affected his morality and his sexual life. The famous intellectual and writer of the 20th century Aldous Huxley candidly confessed that he chose the atheististic, materialistic, naturalistic world view because he wanted his sexual and moral freedom. Robert Jastrow doesn’t talk about that aspect of his life, but he talks about being captured in a philosophical atheistic world view or mindset, and although he no longer feels comfortable there, he is unable to make the jump to faith. He's not able to accept the belief that the universe was created and not just a result of purposelessness.  Here he is coming to the end of his life and he senses that the world view he’s followed all his life has fallen short. But he’s caught and he’s not able to make the jump to faith, to a world view with a Creator God.

 It’s a really sad commentary, a really sad statement. Please don’t make the same mistake that he made. Ask God to break you out of any kind of chains or mindset that are not of Him. Apostle Peter wrote, “Where they promise them liberty, they themselves are the servants of corruption.” The evil spirits and demonic doctrines of men capture us and bind our thoughts so that later on when we come to the end of our lives and we see the futility of our atheism, or the futility of our naturalism and we want to break free, we can’t, because we are caught in a web of deceit. We are caught by false concepts. We are caught by our pride and we’re unable to make that leap to faith.
I remember the story of the famous WWII war hero British Field Marshall Montgomery who led the combined Allied forces during the initial part of the D - Day Campaign. When Montgomery was coming to the end of his life, he, too, was feeling apprehensive. After the war when he gotten all the glory and fame his conscience didn’t bother him. It was fine then to get the praise of man. “Hail, Monty!” It was wonderful and his conscience didn’t bothered him one bit. But at the end of his life, at 88 years of age, he’s getting close to the end of his life and he’s not able to sleep at night. His conscience is bothering him. He calls up his best friend and says, “Hey, you’ve got to come over and talk to me.  I know I am going to die soon and I’m not able to sleep, because I don’t know what I’m going to tell God about all those young lads that died under my command. I don’t have a good argument to give Him.”

What at one point was all GLORY, now he is seeing it in a different perspective. His conscience is weighing on him and he’s wondering how is he going to justify all those deaths of those young British soldiers who died under his command. When we get to the end of our lives, we start reflecting a little bit more deeply on the decisions we have made and the events of our lives. We see our mistakes sometimes more clearly than we did when we were younger. They attack us in the quiet moments or at night when we can’t sleep and come at us like waves of doubts, almost drowning us in dispair. let's hope that Montgomery's friend was able to bring Monty to real faith in Christ who promises to forgive all our iniquities.
I am reminded of the story in the New Testament where the Pharisees  brought to Jesus a woman who had been taken in adulery, in the very act. The Pharisees had brought the woman to Jesus to see how he would judge her. According to the Law of Moses she was to be stoned to death. But Jesus very wisely answered, “He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.” And the passage very correctly goes on to say that they, the Pharisees, when out one by one beginning at the eldest even to the youngest. The younger ones were ready to cast the stone because they felt they could justifiably kill that woman, since she was a sinner anyway. Whereas the older men knew that they would be seeing their Maker soon. The knew they needed God’s forgiveness. The sins of their lives were laying heavy on them as they reached the end of their lives. They knew they were soon going to have to face their Maker. But the younger men were not thinking about death and they were ready to stone the woman and “Get rid of that sinner.”

Please, think about these things and call out to God for help to get over your lack of faith, or your agnosticismo, or skepticism, or doubts. Reach out for Him as He’s not far from any one of us, for in Him we do live and move and have are being. And He will come as He has promised. Please, call upon Him in Jesus’s name. Just say, “Come, Lord Jesus, I open my heart, show me the way wherein I should walk. Deliver me! Help me! Rescue me!”
Saint Augustine said, “Seek not to understand that you may believe, but seek to believe that you may understand.” Seek that God would increase your faith, strengthen your belief in Him and enlighten your understanding. Jesus said it was not only necessary to hear the Word of God, which brings faith, but to understand it. So let us ask God to open our understanding of His Word! King David prayed, “Open Thou my eyes that I may behold wonderous thing out of Thy law.” Let us let God’s love come into our hearts. Let us let God’s understanding come into our minds, by calling upon Him by faith. And let faith work on our hearts and on our minds so that we can see things a new. Let us continue reading, studying and meditating on God’s Word, because if we do, we shall know the truth and the truth shall set us free. Then we will be able to say like C. S. Lewis “By Him I can see and understand everything else.”



[1] The Privileged Planet, http://www.theprivilegedplanet.com/scientists.php

Sunday, February 16, 2020

Inside Out

Greg Koukl

Years back, I lectured to a capacity crowd at the University of California at Berkeley. I made the case against moral relativism simply by pointing out how every day of our lives we each encounter—and ultimately violate—genuine, deep morality.
This discovery, I noted to the audience, had explanatory power since it accounts for something else we all know—the personal feelings of guilt each of us experiences. Then I asked the question I pose frequently to groups like that: “Why do we all feel guilty? Maybe guilt is just a cultural construction,” I offered. “But here’s another possibility. Maybe we feel guilty…because we areguilty. Is that option in the running?”
You may think this a bold stroke, but there was no risk for me at all. I have asked this question many times of audiences, and no one has ever stopped me afterward and told me they never experienced guilt. They knew better. More to the point for this tactic, I knew better.
Even though I had never met a single one of them before that night, there was something I knew to be true for each of them on the inside that they couldn’t keep from revealing on the outside—and they knew it, too. That insight is at the heart of a maneuver I want to introduce you to that has served me well for years.
The Inside Out tactic is not so much a specific maneuver as a frame of mind, an insight to help you maneuver confidently—even creatively, sometimes—in conversations. In a sense, you have inside information on others that they will eventually acknowledge, sometimes unwittingly, if you just pay attention.
A perfect example came from one of atheism’s most colorful apologists, Richard Dawkins. According to his naturalistic worldview, morality is just a relativistic trick of evolution to get our selfish genes into the next generation. Nothing more—“no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.”[1] Yet at another time he railed against the God of the Old Testament as a vindictive, bloodthirsty, homophobic, racist, genocidal, sadomasochistic, malevolent bully.[2]
Do you see the problem? This is not Dawkins’s naturalism speaking. Instead, it’s his commonsense moral realism doing the talking. His protest makes no sense in his minimalist molecules-in-motion world but is perfectly consistent with the world that actually exists—God’s world.[3]
Notice here that there is something true on the inside for Dawkins—something he knows—that he cannot help but display on the outside in unguarded moments. When he’s defending his philosophical turf, he tells the lie. When his guard is down, his humanity betrays him and he tells the truth in spite of himself.
Why does this happen?

Mannishness
The Inside Out tactic is based on an insight I learned from the late Francis Schaeffer that has helped me navigate more confidently in conversations with others about Christ. He called it the “mannishness of man.” Strange phrase, agreed, but a provocative notion, nonetheless.
Schaeffer’s insight is tied to this question: What does it mean to be human? Here is one answer, the response of naturalism—the worldview currently governing science. According to pop “Science Guy,” Bill Nye, we’re just “a speck, on a speck, orbiting a speck, among other specks.”[4] “We emerged from microbes and muck,” Carl Sagan declared. “We find ourselves in bottomless free fall…lost in a great darkness, and there’s no one to send out a search party.”[5]
And they are right, of course, in a world without God. Humans are nothing but cogs in the celestial machine, cosmic junk, the ultimate unplanned pregnancy, left to build our lonely lives on the “firm foundation of unyielding despair,” as atheist philosopher Bertrand Russell put it. Nihilism—bleak “nothing-ism.”
Yet no one really believes this, not deep inside. Solomon said God has set eternity in our hearts.[6] There is a better answer—a more accurate answer—to the question “What does it mean to be human?” And we all know it.
Simply put, in Schaeffer’s words, “Man is different from non-man.”[7]Human beings are special, unique, unlike anything else in the created realm, “crowned with glory and honor,” as David put it.[8] That is the “mannishness of man.”
At the core of our beings lies a mark, an imprint of God Himself—not on us, as if foreign and attached, but in us, as a natural feature built into our natures. This mark is part of what makes us what we are, who we are. We would not be humans without it, only creatures.
Sagan says we are cousins of apes.[9] That is Mother Nature’s assessment, of course. Father says different. Because of this mark, we are not kin to apes. We are kin to the God who made us for Himself.
Because we all live in God’s world and are all made in God’s image, there are things all people know that are embedded deep within their hearts—profound things about our world and about ourselves—even though we deny them or our worldviews disqualify them.
“That which is known about God,” Paul wrote, “is evident within them; for God made it evident to them” (Rom. 1:19). That which is already on the inside—put there by God Himself—eventually shows itself on the outside—in actions, in language, and in convictions. Our “mannishness” cannot be suppressed.
This knowledge can make a big difference in our conversations. Here is my tactical application of the mannishness of man: The profound truths we all know on the inside always eventually reveal themselves on the outside. All you need to do is listen.
Sometimes the Inside Out factor reveals itself in unusual ways.

Two Deaths
In the waning days of summer, 1997, two well-known and well-loved women died within days of each other, but the public reaction to each death was radically different. Mother Teresa passed away peacefully at 87—her death a quiet conclusion to a noble life well lived. Princess Diana died in her prime at 36—her death a tragic, “untimely” intrusion into a life filled with promise.
Why did so many react so differently to the same kind of event—a life ending, a human being dying? From one point of view—an atheistic, materialistic one—no one dies “before her time.” Death is death and arrives when it arrives. There is no timeliness for anything since there is no timetable—no schedule, no plan of how things are supposed to be. Everything just is.
In a God-less universe where all meaning is of our own making, what could it possibly mean to say someone died an “untimely” death? It means that people know better. It means they know life has ultimate purpose and deep significance that transcends private projects. In spite of their pontifications to the contrary, their mannishness gives them away.
And there are lots of things like this, if you look for them. People endorse moral relativism for convenience but then are mortified at the genuine evil that assails the world and struggle with guilty consciences for their participation in it. They deny conscious design in the universe but reflexively invoke the wonders of “Mother Nature” when overwhelmed by the magnificence of God’s world. They deny Father, so they praise Mother. Et cetera. Et cetera.
Understanding this Inside Out pattern provides a powerful technique to get someone thinking. “The truth that we let in first is not a dogmatic statement of the truth of the Scriptures,” Schaeffer wrote, “but the truth of the external world and the truth of what man himself is. This is what shows him his need. The Scriptures then show him the real nature of his lostness and the answer to it.”[10]
Here’s how Schaeffer’s insight can be useful for us. Listen to the way people talk. Watch for when—from their own mouths—their acknowledgment of reality intrudes on their philosophies. Then exploit that tension by asking a question.
In a world without purpose, why is Princess Di’s death a tragedy? If there is no ultimate, universal morality, how can anything be really evil? Why try to talk someone out of a suicide? If there is no meaning to life, what’s the point?
Mother Teresa finished her course, and Princess Diana did not. That is the victory and the tragedy of those events in the waning days of summer, 1997. But only because there is a divinely intended purpose—a noble end humans have been designed for that sin, sadly, cuts short.

Broken
Here is another example—kin to the one above—of the “inside” truth finding its way to the “outside.” Everyone knows something has gone terribly wrong with the world. We call it “the problem of evil,” and it prompts us to ask, “Why is there so much badness in the world?”
There is a wrinkle to this concern, though, another detail each of us also knows. The world is broken, true enough. But we are broken, too. Though humans have inherent dignity, we are also cruel. The evil is “out there,” as it were, but it is also “in here”—in us.
We are not machines that are malfunctioning, though. We are not bodies that are ailing. We are subjects who revolted, rebels who are now morally corrupted. We are guilty, and for this we must answer.
Again, each of us knows this deep down inside. It was the Inside Out point I traded on in my Berkeley lecture. We are the “others” doing those evil deeds we object to. Deep inside us is a gnawing awareness of our own badness producing a feeling we universally recognize: guilt.
In our moral wretchedness, we are also profoundly guilty. We owe. We are in debt, not to a standard, not to a rule, not to a law, but to a Person—to the One we have offended with our disobedience. And this is not good news, since our guilt has severe consequences.

Justice or Mercy
Each of us longs for justice. We speak of it often, especially when we’ve suffered injustice. That’s the inside revealing itself on the outside again. Justice is not satisfied in this life, though. It is satisfied in the next.
At the end of the Bible we find a dark passage.[11] It tells of the final event of history as we know it, a great trial on a great plain where a great multitude of the accused—the guilty ones—stand before a judge. The books of death are opened, each of our moral lives laid bare for all mankind to see—the record in the books the basis for a final reckoning, a last judgment.
Before the judge stand all the beautiful, broken, guilty ones, each shut up under sin.[12] Every mouth is also shut, each voice muted, silenced from any defensive appeal or any excuse.[13] The record in the books speaks for itself.
Here is Sagan’s “bottomless free fall”—mankind “lost in a great darkness.” He is right about that, since we are all guilty, and no judge owes a pardon. Atonement must be made. The debt must be paid. Justice must be perfect.
There is something else, though. I did not leave the students at Berkeley in despair, abandoned under the weight of blame we all share. “The answer to guilt is not denial,” I told them. “That’s relativism. The answer to guilt,” I said, “is forgiveness. And this is where Jesus comes in.”
I have made that point many times to audiences, and every time I say those words something moves inside me. Forgiveness. Mercy. Repair. Restoration. Rebirth. New life. Hope. This is what each of our souls longs for.
Sagan is right when he says we are lost, but he is wrong when he says there is no one to send out a search party. Clearly, humans need rescuing, and we cannot rescue ourselves. Help must come from the outside. From outside of us. From outside of Sagan’s closed cosmos. From outside of this world.
And the search party has arrived. The Rescuer has come. He is the One who calls to us: “Come to me, all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest…for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls” (Matt. 11:28–29).

Our Restless Souls
Augustine of Hippo most famously described the restlessness of the human soul and also its proper place of repose. “You have made us for Yourself, O Lord,” he wrote in his Confessions, “and our hearts are restless until they can find rest in You.”
I think it’s safe to say that this restlessness, this sense of longing, this ineffable yearning to be filled—or maybe yearning to be fixed—is a universal human affliction, a malady that has nothing to do with our natural appetites, since satisfying them never sates the hunger of our hearts.
Two facts of the human condition lie at the heart of our inescapable sense of longing. One is that we are broken. We’ve already spoken of that. The second is this: It hasn’t always been this way. There remains a remnant of former beauty the brokenness cannot efface, yet something has gone missing that must be replaced. We feel a “sweet pain…a primal memory deep in our souls reminding us of the way the world started—good, wonderful, whole, complete.”[14]
We were made for something better, and we scrap and scrape to climb back up, to return to the heights. That struggle is central to just about every film we have ever seen and every story we have ever read. The “triumph of the human spirit,” they say—God’s image forcing its way to the surface, to the outside. The exceptions, of course, are the dark, nihilistic yarns, the dystopian tales that tell the lie that we are nothing.
Note the conflicting visions—the vision buried deep in our humanity, and the contrary vision flowing from the atheistic, nothing-ism view.
Atheism, of course, denies the guilt. It must. Without Good, there is no Bad. It also denies the beauty. Again, it must. If no God, no guided design, only biological accidents, physical parts stuck together without reason or purpose—cosmic junk. Man is nothing and his life means nothing. Atheism leaves us, once again, with naught.
No, our true longing is a hunger that atheism simply cannot satisfy, a thirst it cannot quench. Holly Ordway was an atheist who watched her soul suffer injury, corrupted by a belief that did not fit reality:
My atheism was eating into my heart like acid…. I could not have explained the source of my own rationality, nor of my conviction that there were such things as truth, beauty, and goodness. My worldview remained satisfying to me only insofar as I refrained from asking the really tough questions.[15]
Ordway was not drawn to God initially because of DNA, irreducible complexity, or the finely-tuned constants of the universe. Rather, she first saw God in John Keats, John Donne, and Gerard Manly Hopkins. In short, she was alerted to God by beauty.
As an atheist, she had been dining on despair for years, and she was starving. “However satisfied I declared myself intellectually…atheism…was a terrible place to live,” she realized. “It was the winter of my soul.”[16]
The thaw began when, as a newly-minted college professor, Ordway reread the canonical poets of English literature and for the first time realized that the soul-satisfying beauty of their verse flowed naturally and natively from their Christian view of the world—God’s world:
I sensed something deeper in the poems I was reading. I could feel power thrumming in the lines of the poems, an electricity of meaning, drawing from some source beyond my reach.[17]
The world of Hopkins, Keats, and Donne was a world where transcendent beauty made sense, where longing and hunger could be satisfied, where rising up from the fall was possible—a world where there was hope. Inside her, something moved—“My heart in hiding/Stirred…,” “…hope, wish day come…” (Hopkins).
A realistic hope, though, or empty wish? C.S. Lewis answers: “If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”[18]
This other world was the one Ordway hungered for. This was the understanding that made sense of the actual world she lived in. But there was also a dark side to her discovery.
The understanding of reality that made sense of beauty and meaning and hope also made sense of this world’s brokenness—both completely unintelligible in Holly Ordway’s atheism. The disturbing part for her was this: The brokenness that was real was also moral—and personal. “I considered myself a ‘good person,’” she wrote, “but in my heart I was afraid to be judged on the real self behind my outward image.”[19] She was guilty, and she knew it.
French philosopher Guillaume Bignon found his own naturalistic atheism being challenged as he encountered Christ in the New Testament.[20]Nevertheless, the cross confused him. “Why did Jesus have to die?” he asked over and over again as he worked through the historical accounts of Jesus’ life. It made no sense to him.
Then something completely unexpected happened. “God reactivated my conscience,” he told me. “That was not a pleasant experience. I was physically crippled by guilt, not knowing what to do about it.”
Suddenly it dawned on him, “That’s why Jesus had to die. Because of me. Because of my guilt.” He immediately surrendered all his brokenness to the only One who could repair it, giving all his guilt to the only One who could forgive. When he did, “The feelings of guilt just evaporated.”
Atheism cannot do this. It cannot explain the beauty and wonder of being human. And it has no answer to human brokenness. It cannot provide the consolation of true forgiveness. We are fallen, guilty, lost. We cry out.
Here is our remedy, stated simply in a Christmas card I received from a friend: “The birth of Christ…invites us to believe that the cries of a broken world have actually been heard—a Savior was born.”[21]
There are times when clever arguments evade you. That’s when a simple declaration of the truth may be all that’s needed. “Come unto me…” is an offer of meat to hunger and drink to thirst. Touch the existential nerve, the deep profound desire that throbs in every fallen human being made in the image of God.
Listen carefully in your conversations. Listen for when a person’s mannishness speaks. When they tell the truth—and they must, eventually—point it out.
My question to the audience at Berkeley was a direct application of the Inside Out tactic. I addressed those students confidently since I knew that even though a person can run from God, he cannot run from himself.
Adapted from the completely revised and expanded 10thanniversary edition of Tactics: A Game Plan for Discussing Your Christian Convictions, due out November 2019

Original article found here: https://standtoreason93.tumblr.com/post/188767009177
[1] Richard Dawkins, River Out of Eden (New York: Basic Books, 1996), 133.
[2] Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 2006), 31.
[3] Note, I’m not suggesting that Dawkins’s specific complaint is sound, but rather that objectivist moral assessments like this are completely at home in the actual world, not in his faux reality.
[4] Bill Nye’s June 5, 2010 “Humanist of the Year” award acceptance speech in San Jose, CA.
[5] Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space (New York: Random house, 1994), 6, 51.
[6] Ecclesiastes 3:11.
[7] Francis Schaeffer, He Is There and He Is Not Silent, in The Complete Works of Francis Schaeffer, Vol. I (Wheaton, IL: Crossway Books, 1982), 278.
[8] Ps. 8:5, NIV.
[9] Sagan, ibid.
[10] Francis Schaeffer, The God Who Is There, in The Complete Works of Francis Schaeffer, Vol. I (Wheaton, IL: Crossway Books, 1982), 140–141.
[11] Rev. 20.
[12] Gal. 3:22.
[13] Rom. 3:19.
[14] Gregory Koukl, The Story of Reality (Grand Rapids, MI: Zondervan, 2017), 83.
[15] Holly Ordway, Not God’s Type (Chicago: Moody, 2010), 27.
[16] Ibid., 27, 32.
[17] Ibid., 31.
[18] C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity (New York: Simon & Schuster, 1952), 106.
[19] Ordway, 51.
[21] My thanks to Jonathan Noyes.

Friday, September 20, 2019

Are you searching for God?

The daughter of the famous Bertrand Russell says she believes her father was searching for God. She wrote in her book:
"I believe that his whole life was a search for God or, for those who prefer less personal terms, for absolute certainty. Somewhere at the back of my father’s mind, at the bottom of his heart, in the depths of his soul, there was an empty space that had once been filled by God, & he never found anything else to put in it … He seized on the follies, which are many, & labeled them official religion, while claiming that Christians have never taken seriously the good parts of Christ’s teaching. But he never dealt with it seriously either. When he wanted to attack religion, he sought out its most egregious errors & held them up to ridicule, while avoiding serious discussion of the basic message I found so liberating.
For me, the belief in forgiveness & grace was like sunshine after long days of rain. No matter what I did, not matter how low I fell, God would be there to forgive, to pick me up & set me on my feet again. Though I could not earn his love, neither could I lose it…As I went deeper & deeper into religion, however, I found it ever more satisfying. I wished I could convince my father that it added to all I had learned from him & took very little away. I didn’t find it a denial of life, a brier patch of restrictions, but a joyful affirmation. ‘I am come that they might have life & have it more abundantly,’ said Jesus.
I would have liked to convince my father that I had found what he had been looking for, the ineffable something he had longed for all his life. I would have liked to persuade him that the search for God does not have to be vain. But it was hopeless. He had known too many blind Christians, bleak moralists who sucked the joy from life & persecuted their opponents; he would never have been able to see the truth they were hiding.”
--Katharine Tait: My Father, Bertrand Russell
Russell exalted knowledge above all things. But God's Word tells us that "the fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge." Saint Augustine who had been a libertine on finally finding God said, "Seek not to understand that you may believe, but believe that you may understand." Faith in God precedes a true understanding of reality. The Bible tells us "The fool has said in his heart there is no God." A man without God is a fool. Apostle Paul writes, "But the natutal man receives not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned." Let us therefore not be fools, but wise, discerning the signs of the times.

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My Train Wreck Conversion: As a leftist lesbian professor, I despised Christians. Then I somehow became one.

http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2013/january-february/my-train-wreck-conversion.html?start=2
Rosaria Champagne Butterfield/ FEBRUARY 7, 2013

The word Jesus stuck in my throat like an elephant tusk; no matter how hard I choked, I couldn't hack it out. Those who professed the name commanded my pity and wrath. As a university professor, I tired of students who seemed to believe that "knowing Jesus" meant knowing little else. Christians in particular were bad readers, always seizing opportunities to insert a Bible verse into a conversation with the same point as a punctuation mark: to end it rather than deepen it.

Stupid. Pointless. Menacing. That's what I thought of Christians and their god Jesus, who in paintings looked as powerful as a Breck Shampoo commercial model.

As a professor of English and women's studies, on the track to becoming a tenured radical, I cared about morality, justice, and compassion. Fervent for the worldviews of Freud, Hegel, Marx, and Darwin, I strove to stand with the disempowered. I valued morality. And I probably could have stomached Jesus and his band of warriors if it weren't for how other cultural forces buttressed the Christian Right. Pat Robertson's quip from the 1992 Republican National Convention pushed me over the edge: "Feminism," he sneered, "encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism, and become lesbians." Indeed. The surround sound of Christian dogma comingling with Republican politics demanded my attention.

After my tenure book was published, I used my post to advance the understandable allegiances of a leftist lesbian professor. My life was happy, meaningful, and full. My partner and I shared many vital interests: aids activism, children's health and literacy, Golden Retriever rescue, our Unitarian Universalist church, to name a few. Even if you believed the ghost stories promulgated by Robertson and his ilk, it was hard to argue that my partner and I were anything but good citizens and caregivers. The GLBT community values hospitality and applies it with skill, sacrifice, and integrity.

I began researching the Religious Right and their politics of hatred against queers like me. To do this, I would need to read the one book that had, in my estimation, gotten so many people off track: the Bible. While on the lookout for some Bible scholar to aid me in my research, I launched my first attack on the unholy trinity of Jesus, Republican politics, and patriarchy, in the form of an article in the local newspaper about Promise Keepers. It was 1997.
I was a broken mess. I did not want to lose everything that I loved. But the voice of God sang a sanguine love song in the rubble of my world.

The article generated many rejoinders, so many that I kept a Xerox box on each side of my desk: one for hate mail, one for fan mail. But one letter I received defied my filing system. It was from the pastor of the Syracuse Reformed Presbyterian Church. It was a kind and inquiring letter. Ken Smith encouraged me to explore the kind of questions I admire: How did you arrive at your interpretations? How do you know you are right? Do you believe in God? Ken didn't argue with my article; rather, he asked me to defend the presuppositions that undergirded it. I didn't know how to respond to it, so I threw it away.

Later that night, I fished it out of the recycling bin and put it back on my desk, where it stared at me for a week, confronting me with the worldview divide that demanded a response. As a postmodern intellectual, I operated from a historical materialist worldview, but Christianity is a supernatural worldview. Ken's letter punctured the integrity of my research project without him knowing it.
Friends with the Enemy

With the letter, Ken initiated two years of bringing the church to me, a heathen. Oh, I had seen my share of Bible verses on placards at Gay Pride marches. That Christians who mocked me on Gay Pride Day were happy that I and everyone I loved were going to hell was clear as blue sky. That is not what Ken did. He did not mock. He engaged. So when his letter invited me to get together for dinner, I accepted. My motives at the time were straightforward: Surely this will be good for my research.

Something else happened. Ken and his wife, Floy, and I became friends. They entered my world. They met my friends. We did book exchanges. We talked openly about sexuality and politics. They did not act as if such conversations were polluting them. They did not treat me like a blank slate. When we ate together, Ken prayed in a way I had never heard before. His prayers were intimate. Vulnerable. He repented of his sin in front of me. He thanked God for all things. Ken's God was holy and firm, yet full of mercy. And because Ken and Floy did not invite me to church, I knew it was safe to be friends.

I started reading the Bible. I read the way a glutton devours. I read it many times that first year in multiple translations. At a dinner gathering my partner and I were hosting, my transgendered friend J cornered me in the kitchen. She put her large hand over mine. "This Bible reading is changing you, Rosaria," she warned.

With tremors, I whispered, "J, what if it is true? What if Jesus is a real and risen Lord? What if we are all in trouble?"

J exhaled deeply. "Rosaria," she said, "I was a Presbyterian minister for 15 years. I prayed that God would heal me, but he didn't. If you want, I will pray for you."

I continued reading the Bible, all the while fighting the idea that it was inspired. But the Bible got to be bigger inside me than I. It overflowed into my world. I fought against it with all my might. Then, one Sunday morning, I rose from the bed of my lesbian lover, and an hour later sat in a pew at the Syracuse Reformed Presbyterian Church. Conspicuous with my butch haircut, I reminded myself that I came to meet God, not fit in. The image that came in like waves, of me and everyone I loved suffering in hell, vomited into my consciousness and gripped me in its teeth.

I fought with everything I had.

I did not want this.

I did not ask for this.

I counted the costs. And I did not like the math on the other side of the equal sign.

But God's promises rolled in like sets of waves into my world. One Lord's Day, Ken preached on John 7:17: "If anyone wills to do [God's] will, he shall know concerning the doctrine" (NKJV). This verse exposed the quicksand in which my feet were stuck. I was a thinker. I was paid to read books and write about them. I expected that in all areas of life, understanding came beforeobedience. And I wanted God to show me, on my terms, why homosexuality was a sin. I wanted to be the judge, not one being judged.

But the verse promised understanding after obedience. I wrestled with the question: Did I really want to understand homosexuality from God's point of view, or did I just want to argue with him? I prayed that night that God would give me the willingness to obey before I understood. I prayed long into the unfolding of day. When I looked in the mirror, I looked the same. But when I looked into my heart through the lens of the Bible, I wondered, Am I a lesbian, or has this all been a case of mistaken identity? If Jesus could split the world asunder, divide marrow from soul, could he make my true identity prevail? Who am I? Who will God have me to be?

Then, one ordinary day, I came to Jesus, openhanded and naked. In this war of worldviews, Ken was there. Floy was there. The church that had been praying for me for years was there. Jesus triumphed. And I was a broken mess. Conversion was a train wreck. I did not want to lose everything that I loved. But the voice of God sang a sanguine love song in the rubble of my world. I weakly believed that if Jesus could conquer death, he could make right my world. I drank, tentatively at first, then passionately, of the solace of the Holy Spirit. I rested in private peace, then community, and today in the shelter of a covenant family, where one calls me "wife" and many call me "mother."

I have not forgotten the blood Jesus surrendered for this life.

And my former life lurks in the edges of my heart, shiny and still like a knife.

Rosaria Champagne Butterfield is the author of The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert (Crown & Covenant). She lives with her family in Durham, North Carolina, where her husband pastors the First Reformed Presbyterian Church of Durham.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Young Brits reject religion, approve of atheist politicians

Trevor Grundy, Religion News Service, February 12, 2015

CANTERBURY, England (RNS) In marked contrast to the U.S., public figures who disavow belief in God tend to win approval from a growing number of British people.

A survey of 1,500 adults released Thursday (Feb. 12) by YouGov, a British market research firm, shows that as many as a third of all Britons do not believe in God or any kind of higher power.

The poll found that Nick Clegg, deputy prime minister, and Ed Miliband, leader of the opposition Labor Party, were viewed positively because they state openly that they don’t believe in God.

That’s a stark contrast to the U.S., where the number of openly atheist politicians in Congress hovers around zero.

The survey shows that while atheists in England are ready to stand up and talk about their nonbelief in God, most Christians are reluctant to proclaim their faith.

And it shows a marked divide between young people—who increasingly embrace atheism—and older people, who identify with their religious upbringing.

Almost one in three under the age of 24 declare themselves to be atheists, compared with only one in 10 people over the age of 60.

Thirty-three percent of those surveyed said they did not believe in “any sort of God or spiritual power.”

The proportion of people who denied belief in God rose to 46 percent among 18- to 24-year-olds.

Young people also admire comedian and actor Stephen Fry for saying in public that if there is a God, then that God is “a capricious, mean-minded, stupid God” who allows so much suffering.

David Voas, professor of population studies at Essex University, said that while Fry had offended many religious people, he delighted atheists.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Three atheists who think the world needs Christianity

http://www.afaithtoliveby.com/tag/matthew-parris/
Former editor of the Sunday Telegraph, Dominic Lawson, recently reviewed a book by Harvard Professor, Niall Ferguson entitled Civilisation: The West and the Rest. In his review Lawson includes a remarkable quote from a member of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences (which describes itself as ‘the highest academic research organization in the fields of philosophy and social sciences as well as a national center for comprehensive studies in the People’s Republic of China‘). Here is what the Chinese have discovered:

One of the things we were asked to look into was what accounted for the success, in fact, the pre-eminence of the West all over the world. We studied everything we could from the historical, political, economic, and cultural perspective. At first, we thought it was because you had more powerful guns than we had. Then we thought it was because you had the best political system. Next we focused on your economic system. But in the past twenty years, we have realised that the heart of your culture is your religion: Christianity. That is why the West is so powerful.

Why?

The Christian moral foundation of social and cultural life was what made possible the emergence of capitalism and then the successful transition to democratic politics. We don’t have any doubt about this.

Now the Chinese are not alone in reaching this conclusion. Bruce Sheiman in his book An Atheist Defends Religion writes about the impact of Jesus on our world. Christianity he says introduced:

A commitment to human dignity, personal liberty, and individual equality did not previously appear in ANY other culture.

What you and I take for granted, living as we do in the UK, has its origins in Christianity and the Christian worldview.

Matthew Parris writing in the Times talked of his own return to Africa after 45 years away and concluded;

travelling in Malawi refreshed another belief, too: one I’ve been trying to banish all my life, but an observation I’ve been unable to avoid since my African childhood. It confounds my ideological beliefs, stubbornly refuses to fit my world view, and has embarrassed my growing belief that there is no God.

Now a confirmed atheist, I’ve become convinced of the enormous contribution that Christian evangelism makes in Africa: sharply distinct from the work of secular NGOs, government projects and international aid efforts. These alone will not do. Education and training alone will not do. In Africa Christianity changes people’s hearts. It brings a spiritual transformation. The rebirth is real. The change is good.

Christianity has made a massive difference to our world.

Matthew Parris: As an atheist, I truly believe Africa needs God

By TIMES ONLINE
Thursday, 08 January 2009 at 12:00 AM

Reposted from:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/matthew_parris/article5400568.ece

Before Christmas I returned, after 45 years, to the country that as a boy I knew as Nyasaland. Today it's Malawi, and The Times Christmas Appeal includes a small British charity working there. Pump Aid helps rural communities to install a simple pump, letting people keep their village wells sealed and clean. I went to see this work.

It inspired me, renewing my flagging faith in development charities. But travelling in Malawi refreshed another belief, too: one I've been trying to banish all my life, but an observation I've been unable to avoid since my African childhood. It confounds my ideological beliefs, stubbornly refuses to fit my world view, and has embarrassed my growing belief that there is no God.

Now a confirmed atheist, I've become convinced of the enormous contribution that Christian evangelism makes in Africa: sharply distinct from the work of secular NGOs, government projects and international aid efforts. These alone will not do. Education and training alone will not do. In Africa Christianity changes people's hearts. It brings a spiritual transformation. The rebirth is real. The change is good.

I used to avoid this truth by applauding - as you can - the practical work of mission churches in Africa. It's a pity, I would say, that salvation is part of the package, but Christians black and white, working in Africa, do heal the sick, do teach people to read and write; and only the severest kind of secularist could see a mission hospital or school and say the world would be better without it. I would allow that if faith was needed to motivate missionaries to help, then, fine: but what counted was the help, not the faith.

But this doesn't fit the facts. Faith does more than support the missionary; it is also transferred to his flock. This is the effect that matters so immensely, and which I cannot help observing.

First, then, the observation. We had friends who were missionaries, and as a child I stayed often with them; I also stayed, alone with my little brother, in a traditional rural African village. In the city we had working for us Africans who had converted and were strong believers. The Christians were always different. Far from having cowed or confined its converts, their faith appeared to have liberated and relaxed them. There was a liveliness, a curiosity, an engagement with the world - a directness in their dealings with others - that seemed to be missing in traditional African life. They stood tall.

At 24, travelling by land across the continent reinforced this impression. From Algiers to Niger, Nigeria, Cameroon and the Central African Republic, then right through the Congo to Rwanda, Tanzania and Kenya, four student friends and I drove our old Land Rover to Nairobi.

We slept under the stars, so it was important as we reached the more populated and lawless parts of the sub-Sahara that every day we find somewhere safe by nightfall. Often near a mission.

Whenever we entered a territory worked by missionaries, we had to acknowledge that something changed in the faces of the people we passed and spoke to: something in their eyes, the way they approached you direct, man-to-man, without looking down or away. They had not become more deferential towards strangers - in some ways less so - but more open.

This time in Malawi it was the same. I met no missionaries. You do not encounter missionaries in the lobbies of expensive hotels discussing development strategy documents, as you do with the big NGOs. But instead I noticed that a handful of the most impressive African members of the Pump Aid team (largely from Zimbabwe) were, privately, strong Christians. “Privately” because the charity is entirely secular and I never heard any of its team so much as mention religion while working in the villages. But I picked up the Christian references in our conversations. One, I saw, was studying a devotional textbook in the car. One, on Sunday, went off to church at dawn for a two-hour service.

It would suit me to believe that their honesty, diligence and optimism in their work was unconnected with personal faith. Their work was secular, but surely affected by what they were. What they were was, in turn, influenced by a conception of man's place in the Universe that Christianity had taught.

There's long been a fashion among Western academic sociologists for placing tribal value systems within a ring fence, beyond critiques founded in our own culture: “theirs” and therefore best for “them”; authentic and of intrinsically equal worth to ours.

I don't follow this. I observe that tribal belief is no more peaceable than ours; and that it suppresses individuality. People think collectively; first in terms of the community, extended family and tribe. This rural-traditional mindset feeds into the “big man” and gangster politics of the African city: the exaggerated respect for a swaggering leader, and the (literal) inability to understand the whole idea of loyal opposition.

Anxiety - fear of evil spirits, of ancestors, of nature and the wild, of a tribal hierarchy, of quite everyday things - strikes deep into the whole structure of rural African thought. Every man has his place and, call it fear or respect, a great weight grinds down the individual spirit, stunting curiosity. People won't take the initiative, won't take things into their own hands or on their own shoulders.

How can I, as someone with a foot in both camps, explain? When the philosophical tourist moves from one world view to another he finds - at the very moment of passing into the new - that he loses the language to describe the landscape to the old. But let me try an example: the answer given by Sir Edmund Hillary to the question: Why climb the mountain? “Because it's there,” he said.

To the rural African mind, this is an explanation of why one would not climb the mountain. It's... well, there. Just there. Why interfere? Nothing to be done about it, or with it. Hillary's further explanation - that nobody else had climbed it - would stand as a second reason for passivity.

Christianity, post-Reformation and post-Luther, with its teaching of a direct, personal, two-way link between the individual and God, unmediated by the collective, and unsubordinate to any other human being, smashes straight through the philosphical/spiritual framework I've just described. It offers something to hold on to to those anxious to cast off a crushing tribal groupthink. That is why and how it liberates.

Those who want Africa to walk tall amid 21st-century global competition must not kid themselves that providing the material means or even the knowhow that accompanies what we call development will make the change. A whole belief system must first be supplanted.

And I'm afraid it has to be supplanted by another. Removing Christian evangelism from the African equation may leave the continent at the mercy of a malign fusion of Nike, the witch doctor, the mobile phone and the machete.

Monday, September 1, 2014

What Ann Coulter and atheist Richard Dawkins have in common

By Elizabeth Stoker Bruenig, The Week, Aug. 28, 2014

Dr. Kent Brantly, the American physician who contracted Ebola while treating the virus in Liberia, has now fully recovered. A month after falling ill with the famously lethal fever, Brantly is now walking, talking, and returning to business as usual. The only thing more surprising than Brantly’s sudden and total recovery has been the inability of particular pundits to cope with it in a sane, humane fashion.

For someone who risked his life to perform charitable medical care, Brantly has incurred a truly mind-boggling level of backlash. After he thanked God for his recovery in a press conference—something any rational person would expect of an openly Christian doctor whose overseas medical work was funded by Christian charity—Brantly’s speech was dubbed “bizarre,” and he was subsequently labeled “douchebag of the day” by the vanguard of irate internet scientism. The complaint they lodged against Brantly was that by praising God he was failing to give “science” its due.

This is a specious understanding of what Christians mean when they praise the work of God in a medical recovery; it is highly unlikely that Brantly, himself a physician who treats others as an act of Christian charity, believes that the work of God is separate from work of medicine. Rather, he probably views them as inextricable, which isn’t an atypical view for faithful Christians. But it’s challenging to score points against perceived cultural rivals when ignoring nuance, and on that count the anti-Brantly net warriors have good precedent from both the Christian right and atheists.

Consider, for example, Ann Coulter, whose vicious diatribe against Brantly made the rounds in early August. Like the pro-science twitter horde accusing Brantly of being a “douchebag,” Coulter intentionally misconstrued the doctor’s intentions and behavior in the most negative light possible. Chalking all of Brantly’s charitable motives up to “narcissism,” Coulter berated him for allegedly showing off via overseas charity rather than sticking to humble, anonymous down-home stuff—as though he knew he would fall ill, the only reason his charity earned media attention.

In effect, Coulter’s criticism mirrored atheist and evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins’ latest foray into outrage. Replying to a fan on twitter, Dawkins recently claimed it would be “immoral” not to abort a child diagnosed with Down syndrome in the womb; in the ensuing outcry, Dawkins expressed exasperated disbelief at the very idea anyone genuinely opposed abortion on moral grounds.

Dawkins went on to recite the same old every-sperm-is-sacred points meant to demonstrate dishonesty on the part of those opposing abortion without ever engaging honestly with the idea that they truly, genuinely, without any glaring hypocrisy consider abortion to have a different moral weight than he does.

For Dawkins and his followers, therefore, opposing abortion is just willful ignorance and hypocrisy. Coulter, who sees only narcissistic spotlight-seeking in Brantly’s charity, is up to something similar. Neither is willing to concede that the objects of their derision should be taken seriously. Instead, they blithely presume dishonesty, then press on with their attacks.

This is because—for both Coulter and Dawkins—the point is to claim the moral high ground, not to make a more convincing point. For Coulter, Brantly and Christians like him (she lists, for example, Pope Francis) are a problem because their service and dedication to others don’t match up with her hyper nationalistic form of Christianity. She can’t argue that they’re wrong to be charitable, exactly, so she argues that they don’t even really believe the tenets of Christianity and are dishonest from the get-go. The inference, of course, is that she is the genuine Christian. For Dawkins, the story is much the same: Those outraged by his pro-abortion comments are depicted as willfully unenlightened troglodytes attacking the bearer of truth.

In light of these pundits, the online response to Brantly’s low-key, mild press conference isn’t so surprising. People who have a bone to pick with religion is hardly news. The only interesting fact is that they’ve found such strange bedfellows.

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