September 02, 2008

School Days

Gregg tried to get his son to tell him about the first day of kindergarten, but every time he asked a question five-year old Jason was evasive and noncommittal. After about the third question Jason finally told his dad, “I really don’t need to go to school anymore. I already know everything they talked about.” Ah yes. We believers too have been known to think like a kindergartner. We’ve attended church for years; we can re-tell the stories of Moses, Jonah and Noah and we’ve accepted Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior. We already know everything the preacher is going to talk about. Of course, it only takes a few trials and tribulations to prove we really don’t know anything…much less everything.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Gail;
----Everyone lives in two worlds, but few realize it. Those who spend their attention upon only one of the two tragically make a logical mistake that eventually locks themselves within their own inner world. The other few give careful attention to their inner world of impressions and to the outer world of reality. They understand the game is to match, continually and diligently, their foggy impressions with the best sight they can get of the real world. The rules of the game are so easily broken that the consistent presence of the slightest lack of integrity throws one back into the jail of the inner world. 125 years ago, a few paleontologists, having the bigger share of popular opinion, used their position to back-shelf many fossil finds contradicting the developing premise of evolution. Consequently, by the turn of the century, evolution had become a craze, although fossils sat on back shelves in denial, and the public mass loosened its grasp of the Bible even more. Now, the Creation story is publicly passed as a mere myth. By far, more people hold to either the premise of evolution by chance, or the premise of evolution by design. The mass appeal of the idea became enough verification to raise it to the level of fact. In the minds of the most, we evolved from pond scum. But on the back shelves of dusty old museums sit the artifacts that agree with reality, the truth which God has made. They are a part of the outer world of absolute truth we must reflect within ourselves, not make up within ourselves. Like Jason shows us, no matter what of ourselves we so proudly hold, the substance of the real world, maybe unseen, bears witness.

Love,
Steve Corey