There is a plague in the land. There is a virus that attacks all good things, it has claws and fangs, and it is obvious on the WWW. Like a stealthily serpent it creeps, it moves having a singular purpose: to make life in general, and mankind in particular, insignificant. Ouch, and man oh man is this ever so true today.
When we hear so-called men of learning speak of unproven and unmeasurable trillions and trillions of miles, and guesswork of billions and billions of years, this is the rotten fruit of sinful men’s attempt to put man in the same category as sandpaper.
That’s right, in the worldview where God is not welcome in His own creation, man may as well be no more relevant than a single grain of sand used to make paper. Double ouch, for without design and purpose, life is merely insignificant. This is a factual, reliable, and a brutally truthful statement, for no man would then be qualified to speak with authority since life would only be guesswork.
Insignificance is the seed plot for guesswork.
This is the mind of the stunted intellect thank you very much, a life admitting there is no purpose, for apart from intelligence, eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die. Rob a bank, kill your neighbor’s cow, for you have just as much right to that cow as he does, after all, there is no purpose, meaning, there are no absolutes, no right or wrong. Steal it, kill it, make a leather jacket, who cares? Sin? Ha. what sin!
In the insane world view of liberalism and godlessness, his cow is your cow, other people’s money is your money, for we are but a cosmic grain of human insignificance. Right or wrong has no place in a world of utter insignificance. How dare you say the spider has no right to trap a fly, or that a black snake is cruel for snatching a bird.
Unless of course, if scripture is true, and man is not on the same plane as the ravaging beast. But scripture is true, men are not spiders and snakes, and man is in fact and in deed, significant, like no other creature on earth, so much so, that the animal kingdom fears and dreads man, just as the good book says, and long before Chuck Darwin wore his first diaper.
Doubt this? Call a common robin to eat from your hand, tell him you will not kill him, tell her to come closer. Good luck with that. Try to pet a whitetail deer in the wild, you know, one who wasn’t bribed to shed her nature living in a pen and eating gourmet food, and she will be long gone with a few leaps. This fear and dread thing of man is a killer to godlessness, for the deer fears not the turkey, as they stroll side by side, but watch them fear the coyote, yet watch them dread man. Oh yeah, quite a difference.
And no trillions and trillions of miles needed for the coyote to walk to earth…unless he was the recipient of that cosmic explosion which gave him teeth and the turkey only got second-rate feathers!
Sorry, but the four-footed creatures are significant, but man more so. Made in the image of God he is, designed to live under the umbrella of God’s goodness. Rain as a gift, the rainbow as a reminder. Men are clueless as to the nature and scope of the Creator, thinking ‘out there’ makes Him aloof or uncaring. Nothing could be further from the truth, for God so loved THIS world. THIS earth surrounded and enveloped by the high seas, this earth unlike any other. It is indeed significant, and God gave men a brain so unlike the frogs, who leap to wrong conclusions.
So take your pick:
In the beginning God…
In sig nif i cance.
Seems a no brainer to common sense, reality, facts, science, arithmetic, the alphabet, logic, nature, and of course scripture itself agrees, after all, truth explains it all. I have chosen. Without the sole Creator, your only conclusion is one of cosmic insignificance, one void of purpose, and with no one to thank for your existence and good life. NO ONE TO THANK. This is your life? Really?
But try then convincing yourself why you are more SIGNIFICANT than a cockroach who can neither tie his shoes, juggle grapefruits, or count to six. But I suggest you take into deliberation this ‘made in the image of God thing…….’
Then again, perhaps you simply enjoy cultivating your insignificance. Triple ouch.