Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays and ages move;
But His mercy waneth never;
God is wisdom, God is love.—Bowring
Some years ago two gentlemen were riding together, and as they were about to separate, one addressed the other thus: "Do you ever read your Bible?" "Yes," was the answer, "but I get no benefit from it, because, to tell the truth, I feel I do not love God." "Neither did I," replied the other, "until I thought of how much God loves me." This answer produced such an effect upon his friend that, to use his own words, it was as if one had lifted him off the saddle into the skies. It opened up to his soul at once the great truth, that it is not how much I love God, but how much God loves me.—Selected
"How do you know," a Christian Arab was asked, " that there is a God?" "In the same way," he replied, "that I know, on looking at the sand, when a man or a beast has crossed the desert—by His footprints in the world around me."—Canon Liddon
A little boy being asked, "How many Gods are there?" replied,. "One!" "How do you know that?" "Because," said the boy, "there is only room for one, for He fills heaven and earth."—Selected
Paul Flowers of Memphis, Tennessee, talked thus to Gherman Titov, Russian Cosmonaut: "So you did not see God in outer space? Since you did not see God, you conclude that there is no God . . . rather, 'you believe in man, his strength, his possibilities, his reason.1 Could it be, Comrade Titov, that you looked in the wrong place to find God? Could it be that you were going too far, too fast? Could it be that your own myopia, imposed by your teachers, has blinded you to Reality? Whence man, in whom you believe? Whence man's strength in which you believe? Whence man's possibilities, whence his reason? Have you considered the harmony of the spheres, timed with such microfractional precision—by what power, Comrade Titov?—that electronic computers can tell exactly where each was a billion years ago, where each is at this moment, where each will be a billion years hence? Whence this timing?
"But let's bring it all closer to home, away from the macrocosm, to the microcosm. Are you aware of the complex chain of life maintained by natural balance which was, is—and unless man, in his suicidal madness carries it to destruction with his own downfall—forever will be? Have you considered the acumen of the ancients who recognized the indispensable role of the first living thing mentioned in the Genesis account of creation . . . grass? Have you pondered the phenomenon (I avoid the word 'miracle' because it transcends any violation of national law) of photosynthesis . . . how through this yet unexplained process chlorophyll uses the sun's energy to transform carbon and hydrogen and oxygen into sugar and starch . . . how so-called lower forms of life, by this system, use sugar and starch to become provender for so-called higher forms of life, and how all living matter, complex in its natural chemistry, reverts to simpler compounds to be used again, over and over—interminable since the unmarked beginning and toward the unpredictable end—to appear in other living things?
"Has man's 'strength, possibilities, and reason created the electronic computer that can reproduce itself? Has man, with all his 'possibilities, strength and reason,' produced an artificial satellite both permanent and foolproof? Does man, with 'possibilities, strength and reason,' comprehend the harmony of the spheres, admittedly foolproof?
"Have you observed cell division, by which two invisible bits of matter produce the softness of an eye or the hardness of a horn? Have you watched a bee transform nectar into honey, and have you considered that the bees' progeny, through the ages—unless man carries them to destruction with himself—will be doing that unerringly, and distributing pollen for the use of other forms of life, after your newest electronic computer, obsolete before it got off the drawing board, has made its last tragic blunder? Have you considered the complex structure of the unseen atom, a creation man can employ through his 'possibilities, strength and reason,' to bless or burn?
"Comrade Titov, man, with his 'strength, possibilities, and reason,' has yet to improve on, or even explain photosynthesis, the harmony of the spheres, and the balance of nature."
My friend, A. H. Overton, wrote this comforting poem:
My father's way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I'm glad I know,
He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go awry,
My hopes may fade away.
But still I'll trust my Lord to lead
For He doth know the way.
Tho' night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break;
I'll pin my faith, my all in Him,
He maketh no mistake.
There's so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight's far too dim;
But come what may, I'll simply trust
And leave it all to Him.
For by and by the mist will lift
And plain it all He'll make,
Through all the way, tho' dark to me,
He made not one mistake.
Along with Overton's poetic statements, I place what some who "were beyond measure astonished" and said of Jesus: "He hath done all things well; he maketh both the deaf to hear and the dumb to speak" (Mark 7:37).
The little boy was found by his mother with pencil and paper, making a sketch. When asked what he was doing, he answered promptly, and with considerable pride:
"I'm drawing a picture of God."
"But," gasped the shocked mother, "you cannot do that. No one has seen God. No one knows how God looks."
"Well," the little boy replied, complacently, "when I get through they will."