What a holiday season it has been. First time in a few years we were able to have all six of our children home at once. All across the world people gathered in homes and enjoyed the warmth of family life. Others not so fortunate longed to be close to loved ones but were unable to do so. We were so blessed to have everyone present for several days of eating, relaxing, and exchanging gifts.
When I think about the relational nature of human beings I am hard-pressed to understand how unbelief can exist, when it seems so obvious to me as a regenerated believer that in our human interactions we are mirroring the fellowship of the Triune Godhead. Then, as I look out my window at the trees, the sky, and the snow, I contemplate the glory of the creator with thanksgiving. Even when I feel convicted for sin I am grateful that God created me in His image with a moral consciousness. Unbelief seems so absurd.
Two of my sons flew in from California and I took them to see my parents before they flew out. My parents are 84 and doing well, although I am facing the fact that although it seems like they will be around forever, such is not in fact the case. I am so thankful to have been raised in a family where there was love and support. After dropping the boys at the airport I was able to enjoy a long breakfast with an old friend, and our conversation was sprinkled with a few theological jabs here and there. (He is Arminian and I am, well, you know.) Then on the trip north up the freeway I stopped with another brother for lunch. When I first met this brother a few years back he was a staunch Arminian too, but now he is a five-pointer like me. Not that I want to convert my other buddy, but like Paul, I would that all men were even as I, except for this gut.
Thank God for Christian fellowship, and even for theological debate. It is all good, and in my mind the fact that we can think abstractly and metaphysically is further evidence that we are His image bearers. For this reason unbelief seems so illogical and unreasonable to me. To deny the existence of the true and living God is to me like saying all existence is illusion, as in classic Buddhism. But even in Buddhism the illusion exists. I think therefore I am.
This was Anselm’s argument. The fact that we as finite humans can imagine and contemplate the infinite Creator is evidence of His existence. A life built on unbelief is a senseless incoherent contradiction.
Happy New Year. Keep on believing and trusting in Him.