Saturday, April 4, 2015

The day between Good Friday and Easter

Kris and JT have gone to the Meyer's family Easter reunion. The big J and I are  home because he is sick; poor kid. The house is incredibly quiet and its actually kind of nice.

I'm contemplating life, death, the day Jesus was in the tomb. What all was going on in the spiritual realm? Why a day of waiting? Why a material realm at all? How terrible is it to be without hope?

Skeptics like to say that God is just a crutch. They think man invented God in order to cope with his own mortality. Apparently, we are not evolved enough to handle some stresses without inventing something to pacify us.

I think it must be the other way around (actually I know it is the other way around according to Romans 1). Skeptics and atheists invented the lie that there is no God to pacify themselves. They can't deal with the stress of an after-life with no God so they took him out of the picture. They have convinced themselves that he is not real so they can feel free from the constraints of immortality under his reign. But they are actually the ones left with no freedom. How sad.

Church, how fantastic is it to have hope?