Thought I'd share some lyrics from a song I started a while back. It's a pretty neat song - definitely not my best, but it definitely has a charming character to it. It all started when I was walking down our driveway in NC a few months back. It was one of those sunsets that just melts in the sky - that's when the first two lines, along with a melody, jumped to mind. If you know me at all, you know I love love LOVE looking at the night sky, especially the stars. Here's a little excerpt from what I've got so far:
Daylight exit stage right
The setting sun runs down the canvas of another day
Ancient stars hum a quiet chorus
line
Comets scurry, whirring down the
fast lane of the Milky Way
And in the middle of these dark,
lonely nights
I can see you in the details of my
life
It's difficult to write a song about things as overused as the sunset or the stars without falling prey to cliche, but I think the difference maker is what I think of nearly every time I look at the sky: How can anyone believe there is no God? How can people have the absence of mind - the audacity really - to believe everything was created by random chance, that the universe is held together by a thread of cosmic whim. It's ludicrous, honestly...just plain silly to me. There is no conviction, no honor or integrity in that mindset - basically, you believe there is everything because of nothing. No reason, just opinions built on blasé platitudes of meaningless garble. Scripture brings up a word for these people, and it pretty much hits the nail on the head: pagans.
When I say "pagan," I'm referring to the King-James-Version term used so often throughout Scripture, a term I would define as pretty much someone who either willingly or ignorantly explains life away without the need for God...most of the time, willingly (much to my inability to explain). They think they've got it all figured out, living from the capacity of self and nothing more. Nothing more than they can explain. Nothing more than they can reason. Nothing more than what's right in front of their face. The problem is...that's pretty laughably foolish. To put it plainly, it's downright pagan, savage and ignorant to come to the conclusion that there's basically no source to life. My heart is heavy for these people, actually - I want them to bend from their intellectual penchants for a minute and consider the God, the Maker standing before them. There is intention in every sunrise, in every waterfall, in every planet. There is intention in our lives as well.
If you have faith enough in the nonsensical belief that the universe began for no reason, with no meaning, with no author - whether you realize it or not, I'd bet you also believe there is just about as little meaning behind your life. Ripe with disdain and confusion over your meaning and identity, blind to the very source of life itself. Yes, blind to it. Willingly blind, in fact. Because only someone so wounded and poisoned toward the notion of God would hold such an obviously bone-headed, completely-and-utterly wacky worldview. Just look at the stars...really look at them. Look at nature. Look. See. Observe intentional beauty. Intentional. Doesn't it make more sense? It should make all the sense in the world, and if it doesn't, like I said before, I'd check for blinders.
If you have faith enough in the nonsensical belief that the universe began for no reason, with no meaning, with no author - whether you realize it or not, I'd bet you also believe there is just about as little meaning behind your life. Ripe with disdain and confusion over your meaning and identity, blind to the very source of life itself. Yes, blind to it. Willingly blind, in fact. Because only someone so wounded and poisoned toward the notion of God would hold such an obviously bone-headed, completely-and-utterly wacky worldview. Just look at the stars...really look at them. Look at nature. Look. See. Observe intentional beauty. Intentional. Doesn't it make more sense? It should make all the sense in the world, and if it doesn't, like I said before, I'd check for blinders.