It may be that when we no longer know which way to go that we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.
Logically, I don’t see how you can believe in love if you don’t believe in God. It doesn’t make sense. If this universe is happenstance, random chance, an accidental collision of dust and ice in an otherwise meaningless void, love cannot possibly have meaning. If life is an accident, so is every thought you think, every emotion you feel, every conviction and passion and dream that you have. Love is just an accidental spillover of some hormones, happiness is just some more random neuronal firing, sadness is an even more pathetic byproduct of meaningless brain activity, and intelligence, knowledge, progress — it’s all just some meaningless deception that people think is significant. There cannot be “progress” in a random universe. If this universe is an accident, and human is just another animal, reality is fake and we are all taking life way too realistically. Everything about us is pretense: nothing means anything if everything is random. The only reasonable way to live then would be to live a life of pleasure, to do whatever feels good because nothing matters anyways. That would make sense.
But there is something in all of us that believes in love. We all believe there is meaning somewhere. No one can honestly live a life believing that it’s all just some universal big bangin’ shabangin’ accident. He has set eternity in our hearts. His invisible attributes are clearly seen. He just gets more and more real and alive and incredible every day..! Ah He’s so real.
Talk to God, Not Just About Him
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. (Psalm 23:4)
The form of this psalm is instructive.
In the first three verses David refers to God as “he”:
The Lord is my shepherd …
he makes me lie down …
he leads me …
he restores my soul.
Then in verses 4 and 5 David refers to God as “you”:
I will not fear, for you are with me;
your rod and staff comfort me;
you prepare a table before me;
you anoint my head with oil.
Then in verse 6 he switches back to the third person:
I shall dwell in the house of the Lord.
The lesson I have learned from this form is that it is good not to talk very long about God without talking to God.
Every Christian is at least an amateur theologian — that is, a person who tries to understand the character and ways of God and then put that into words. If we aren’t little theologians, then we won’t ever say anything to each other about God and will be of very little real help to each other’s faith.
But what I have learned from David in Psalm 23 and other psalms is that I should interweave my theology with prayer. I should frequently interrupt my talking about God by talking to God.
Not far behind the theological sentence, “God is generous,” should come the prayerful sentence, “Thank you, God.”
On the heels of, “God is glorious,” should come, “I adore your glory.”
What I have come to see is that this is the way it must be if we are feeling God’s reality in our hearts as well as describing it with our heads.
John Piper, April 9 Devotional
Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.
Cynicism can be the strongest, most poisonous thing in your life, but next to God it’s just a speck of sand. Yeah, that’s right, you ain’t no match for God. Haha! God wins. Lalala. He’s so powerful; it blows my mind. How does He do it? I’ve tried so hard, but He doesn’t even have to try. He can’t try. He just does. And speaks. And succeeds. I don’t understand. He’s just beyond. Everything. Hallelujah.