Friday, January 3, 2014

An argument for faith

There is much antagonism online these days, antagonism against those who have chosen to follow Jesus Christ, I think it is due to ignorance. As a follower of Christ I am called narrow minded, and bigotted, which I find very interesting, I think the meaning of bigot has been lost, or at least redefined, for what is bigotted about haveing an unconditional love for your neighbor, I wonder. Perhaps, there is the idea that Westboro Baptist is the representation of all Christendom, Somewhere they forgot about love...
For two thousand years Christians have been tortured, tormented, abused, and murdered, and very few have raised a hand to prevent it, instead they turn the other cheek. For two millenia followers of Christ have followed a hard path, whilst their neighbors (including those who hurl filth upon them) seem to walk an easier road. Still, in all the centuries they have not turned from their path, and the mockers still heckle them. It seems to me that to follow the Way of Christ is to follow the path of pain, and suffering, and to know you may endure these things, and still follow takes courage.
I wish to address the weak minded individuals who constantly attack, and never stop to think, that they are following the crowd, those that think that we are brainwashed yet never stop to consider where their source of hate comes from... we love you! We who follow the true path have the ability to love the muslim, but hate Islam, to love the homosexual, but hate his buggery. We are accused of being Narrow minded, but what is narrow minded about loving your neighbor as yourself, this I would ask. I have heard people put out on the web that they are opposed to anything that might smack of Christ, and they spew forth their hate of those who are Christ Followers. I send out a challenge to you, try loving us, instead of hating us, as we love and do not hate you, I would wager that you do not have the courage to do so.
Perhaps I seem a little weak minded for choosing hope, and responsibility, and compassion, and faith in something unseen, but who has seen the wind?
Maybe I seem scientifically out of touch because I do not blindly accept what "science" claims to be true... after all "science" claims that 13 billion years ago the universe began out of nothing, and began to rapidly expand, and from nothing everything that is sprang into existance, however "science" has yet to conduct an experiment causing matter to spontaneously appear from nothing. It claims that certain chemicals began to mix, and after a while life evolved, yet in all their experiments not even a single celled organism has been created from mixing chemicals. Eventually, over billions of years life as we know it evolved, through various mutations, none of which have ever been observed occuring, even in the fossil record. "science" feels it is neccessary to ignore any evidence that might point to a much younger earth, indeed such evidence is ridiculed, and any who support such evidence, or present it are proffessionaly destroyed. This thing we call "science" calls us to take much on faith to be true, as no scientific method has ever been capable of proving these hypothesis. Biologically speaking most mutations are harmful, and sterile, if indeed we had evolved, should we not eveolved defences to the common cold, or cancer?
"Science" tells us that climate change is occuring, indeed it is the fault of man, that we are destroying the ozone layer, or adding too much co2 into our athmosphere, yet it cannot explain why as the ice recedes in Greenland Viking farms are being uncovered, or why the antarctic has thickening ice, why when glaciers recede on one side of the world, they grow on another. Personally, I think that "science" has simply become a religion, and these so called scientists the prophets.That would be why they are very antagonistic towards people who believe in a creator.
Interestingly enough, every ancient culture not only believed in a creator, but also has stories of a world wide flood, (Two things "science" claims to be in error). Other interesting facts gather, like ancient knowledge of the solar system, including knowledge of Mars, and its two moons, millenia before the first telescope was known to have been invented. We lack the technology today to build the great pyramid of Giza, in the time frame it was known to have been built in, or an explanation for the water marks seen in the Queens chamber. Yet if I follow the teachings of Christ I am narrow minded, if I believe the bible to be true, than I am a fool, for the bible tells a creation story, and speaks of a flood. I am an idiot if I have seen, and held fossilised teddybears, from Australia, because fossilisation takes place over millions, and billions of years, the fact that the bible describes certain  dinosaurs has no relevance.
If I blieve the bible, than I believe there is a GOD, and that He created man, and that mans role was to be steward over creation, I must also believe man failed at that task, and is still failing. If I believe the bible I believe in a young earth, I must also believe in aliens, for non terrestrial beings were mentioned in the bible. As A bible believing follower of Christ I am very narrow minded!
I am bigotted too, because I do not teach the philosophy of tolerance, and that cannot be tolerated. I am bigotted, because I believe certain things are wrong, and that we have a choice as to whether or not we do these things. I am bigotted because I believe homoseuality is unnatural, I am called a homophobe because i think the very act is disgusting, and yet that does not mean I am afraid of the people who commit these acts, I can think someone is doing something wrong, and still be their friend. I am a bigot because I believe it is natural for a male and a female to have coitus. I am a bigot because I believe in such a thing as sin, and that there is redemption from this sin, I am a bigot because I believe in the power of forgiveness, and love, (agape=unconditional love). I am a bigot because the one who called me, came to call sinners for redemption, and not merely call, but to redeem them too. I am a narrow minded bigot because I follow a way of hope, love, and personal responsibility.
I am called weak minded because I choose to believe in something unseen, please note the word choose! I have a choice, and I am responsible for my actions, no one made the choice for me, I chose to accept the gift of eternal life, the gift of love, the gift of hope for the future, and I pity those who spurn this free gift. I am weak minded because I have chosen to believe something that is contrary to popular culture, and to follow this even if it leads to my death. I am weak minded because I do not spew bile, and hate, because I do not froth at the mouth over anyone that disagrees with me, I am weakminded because I have chosen a life that is dificult, shrouded with pain, yet that is not without hope. I am weakminded because I have not chosen the religion of "science". I am a weakminded, bigotted, narrow minded, homophobic individual because of all these things, and because I believe that life within the womb is life, that abortion, and euthanasia is wrong, and because I believe that true science requires actual physical experiments, with actual physical results that are repeatble to anyone who tries them.

A painfull cry

My heart it aches, is indeed broken, as I write this. My child is dead! My unborn babe, whom I loved, has passed into eternity, my wife has wrung the tears from all the halls of her heart, and the walls of her face have been washed by them. My Daughter unknowing goes forth to face the world unconcerned, yet she feels this great sadness that hangs over my house, but does not understand it. My intestines have wrapped themselves into knots, and my grief is indescribable. Yet in the midst of the pain, in the midst of the darkness, in the depths of our despair, there is a peace, and a hope undefinable.
My child is dead, who never saw this world, yet I know someday I will see the babe, for it has been gathered into the arms of the Father of All, I have an inexplicable hope, knowing that he will be watching from above waiting to meet his Daddy, and Mummy, who loved him. The pain is overcome by peace, and grief gives way to victory, for life is fleeting. How unbearable must be such a loss to those who live without hope, how deep the pit of grief, for it is only hope that buoys us upward, only hope that gives me the strength to lend to my wife.
When my wife entered the hospital, people all over the world were offering prayers for our family, for our little unborn child, and those prayers were answered, if not in the way we expected. My wife is safe, there were no complications, she lives, the doctors did not fail. My daughter is alive, as am I, we grieve for our loss, but with the knowledge that we will greet our little one one day. I have lost a part of me, and it causes me to understand more about Our Father. "How deep the Fathers love for us...", I understand the loss of a loved one, I understand the loss of a child, (even if ours was yet unborn), I do not know I would have had the courage, or the strength to give this child up knowing that he would die.
It gets easier, as the days pass, but still my emotions run riot, still I bounce about, like rowboat in the heart of a tempest. I scream, in my heart, and ask why, as a poet I am more aware of such emotions, as a writer I give vent to them, my pain fills the words, my grief leaks out between the pages. Why, perhaps I shall never know, but I am at peace, I know my child is safe, and for that I am glad. The prayers of a multitude bear us up, and we are grateful, the prayers of the righteous are powerful and effective, and we covet these prayers all the more in our darkest hours.
Perhaps in time I can get a handle on all this agonizing grief, perhaps it will make a poem, but as for now, I express myself in prose. I vent my profound sadness, in a manner that is easiest for me, I weep with sorrow, and the words blur and become unreadable blotches upon this page, the ink separating into various pixels. My sorrow is profound, like the depths of the deepest sea, and yet I have hope for tomorrow, I do not have to bear this burden alone, I can pass it off to the one who holds my hope for the future. I have help, in a very real way, from He who holds the future, who is strong though I am weak, who loves us enough to die for us. In the end I have enough strength to lend to my wife who needs it, and we can grieve together.
However, I now know, from experience, how awful it is to use the emergency room here, and were I the type to curse, to pass judgement, the type to flog dead horses, I would pronounce an awful doom, on those who treated my wife and I so shabbily, I would call down plagues upon them, but I do not. I do not for they do not know any better, they have been mistaught about patients emotional needs. My only suggestion would be for them to do what medical doctors have done... put on the patients gown, and wear it for a week, indeed wear it in their own ward, and live there also. Until they have seen from a patients eye, they can not realize how traumatic it is to be a patient in their ward, and this would drastically improve the quality of their care. I will not vent about this hideous treatment, as I will try to put it behind us, and pray for those who have mistreated us, but I do not say that forgiving them in this season of sorrow is easy. Someday it will matter no more, and cursing those who have abused us will have been as nought.
I have no idea how people can be taught to be so cold and callous, in the heart of a place dedicated to the care of the afflicted, I do not understand why people put up with it, but I do know this, it is an indication of a deeper problem. When an unborn child is not seen as a person, there is a problem, when people are taught that it the fetus is not a living being, how far can it be before they say that the elderly, or the mentally disabled are not people, how long before medical murder is completely sanctioned. This is very disturbing in an essentially Roman Catholic country, even more disturbing though, are the lack of chaplains of any sort in the hospitals, or in the military. The church and the state become so separated that the God becomes forgotten, that the state tries to become an atheist state.