Joachim Ribbentrop and Mikhail Molotov huddled in a Berlin bomb shelter in 1940 during an English air raid. The German foreign minister suggested that Russia and Germany divide the spoils of a defeated Europe after the war. The conversation then went something like this. Molotov: what should we do about England? Ribbentrop: England doesn’t matter. Molotov: if England doesn’t count, why are we in this bomb shelter? And whose bombs are falling?
The humanists have decided, in their collective hubris, “We are alive, God is dead.” As the old black preacher said, however, “If God is dead, why haven’t I seen his obituary? Since I’m in his family, why haven’t I been notified? When exactly did he die? And when was his funeral held so I could attend”?
Indeed, since we live in the land of the dying, how can we pontificate on any matter in the land of the Living? And whose benefits continue falling on us every morning, all day long and through the night? For those who love him, and those who don’t. For those who don’t want to live a single hour without him, and those who don’t give him a second thought. Who but God shines his sun on good and bad, and sends rain on the just and unjust?
In the longest eight minutes NASA scientists ever spent, they anxiously waited in Pasadena for the final descent of the Mars InSight spacecraft after a 100 million mile journey from earth. With touchdown confirmed, wild jubilation, dancing, hugging, shouting and screaming erupted. San Diego U-T, 11/27/18
If God is dead, who created the 100 million miles of space InSight traversed? How pitifully we congratulate ourselves on our smaller achievements and forget God’s greater ones. How truly Jesus condemned humanity in John 5:44, “How can you believe if you accept praise from one another, yet make no effort to obtain the praise that comes from the only God?”
Yours for a faith that makes the mind a throne and asks Jesus Christ to sit there and rule!