I saw something that distressed me, the other night. It was an episode of “Lewis,” the sequel to the “Inspector Morse” series, featuring a college course at Oxford in which the professor taught his students how to attack religious beliefs–because, of course, none of them are true. It struck me as a form of death-worship.
The episode was fiction, part of a screenplay. I was unable to get any results when I searched for it online (“university course on how to attack religious beliefs,” etc.); so it may be that there’s no such course at any university. But as Professor Motormouth let the poison ooze out of his big fat mouth, I found myself believing the story was based on something real.
We have no dearth of aggressive atheists trying to estrange us from our Maker. We have no dearth of idiots who aren’t doing it on purpose but who are nevertheless doing it. And we have a bumper crop of college courses designed to make you stupid and doing, I am sorry to say, a good job of it. Why would one more be incredible?
Lord Jesus, if we ever needed you, we need you now. Hear our prayers, O God, and move this fallen world of ours to repentance. Bless this Christmas season, and give it power to bring us back to our senses. Amen!
P.S.–It comforts me to remember that the Apostle Paul, mostly alone, went up against the Sanhedrin, Athenian philosopher wannabes, corrupt Roman officials, and pagans who didn’t know any better–the Smart People, and the power and the money, of his day… and they all completely failed to shut him down.
The more they squak the more I want to fight. So many ignorant people are on their way to hell and have no idea. I feel sorry for them, but at the same time, want to smack them in the chops.