I wrote recently (in Critique #4-2008), “If I were not convinced that God is good, I would despair.” Over the years I have had numerous conversations with believers who say that if they stopped believing in the Christian gospel they would become something else—if memory serves, Buddhism and hedonism received the most votes.
I’ve never understood that. If redemption is rejected, how could mere enlightenment or worse, personal pleasure possibly hold any attraction? After such a cosmic, transforming hope, both alternatives pale into utter insignificance, tricks of consciousness in a meaningless universe.
Another thing I can’t comprehend are Christians who claim to find believing in God’s goodness to be an easy thing. I wonder what planet they live on; how someone can be so blind to reality.
Right now, besides the news of horrors around the world, friends—good people all—suffer in ways that I can only begin to guess at their pain. One, highly gifted, is without work, about to come to the end of his severance package with no prospects in sight. Another has been shoved aside in a ministry while busy Board members dither because of too busy schedules. Someone I love dearly is slowly losing her memory. Another has gone through six months of pain from fibromyalgia and rheumatoid arthritis, and now the side effects from the drugs prescribed by her physicians have added to her suffering. A creative friend is criticized for not settling into a career, the harassment eating away at her self-confidence, as if a career path is a Christian measure of success. A mother is widowed, and the family discovers that contrary to expectations the father has left no assets for her old age. Family relationships that should be full of affirmation and support are instead characterized by criticism, legalism, and disapproval.
I realize that this is not the sum total of reality. Life also includes moments of such beauty that breathing is difficult. Good things happen. Still, the brokenness runs through all of life, and the balance sheet is out of whack.
Fending off despair in a broken, cynical, skeptical world is no small thing. It's called walking by faith, and those who think it easy have never tried it.