The waking world is judged more real because it can thus contain the dreaming world; the dreaming world is judged less real because it cannot contain the waking one. For the same reason I am certain that in passing from the scientific points of view to the theological, I have passed from dreaming to waking. Christian theology can fit in science, art, morality, and the sub-Christian religions. The scientific point of view cannot fit in any of these things, not even science itself. I believe in Christianity as I believe that the Sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.

C. S. Lewis (The Weight of Glory)

The message that gives me ultimate comfort is not that I am great, not that I am worthy of praise, not that I am worthy of love,

but that I am loved by someone who is.

Remember the Da Vinci Code?

Here is a far-from-Christian New Testament scholar, Bart Ehrman, pointing out all of that novel’s historical inaccuracies.

Ehrman is not committed to the infallibility or authority of scripture, nor to the accuracy of the New Testament Gospels as to the life of Jesus. He denies the divinity and resurrection of Jesus. By no means a Christian, but he is concerned to point out that the Da Vinci Code makes many historical claims that are just plain wrong.

andthelau1:

#patheism #atheism #noreligion (Taken with Instagram)

thelachster:

Wow. What a perfect way to phrase it. Pearl Buck says this as if she is proud of it, but being so captivated by the world that one cannot think to have anything to do with God is, in the Bible, the very heart of idolatry.

Pearl Buck’s phrase here is a stunning example of just how differently atheists and Christians view the world.

For the atheist, the statement is one of the utmost virtue: the universe is objectively amazing! We should be so aware of its majesty that we needn’t conceive silly notions of the supernatural.

For the Christian it is the most classic of all sins. The universe is wonderful, but precisely because it reflects the glory of its creator. And Pearl S. Buck has exchanged the infinitely captivating creator himself for his finite creation.

Rather than grasping the reality, she reaches for its image in the mirror, and she comes to wonder why she can’t be satisfied.