It often amazes me: when in the face of divine mercy modern man decries God for cryptic cruelty, reimagining unbounded goodness as an alien directive, and light as darkness. Man truly inverts everything: once I even argued with an atheist who held that the widow’s two mites—wherein Christ said that two mites were more acceptable to Him than boundless riches—exemplified the church’s all-consuming greed.
I’ll not assert my suspicion, not contend that this is a dishonest expression, an unnatural twisting of one’s mind pursuing antagonism instead of an honest assessment of Christ, for such argument—dissecting an opponent’s hidden motives—is a useless tact. However, these carnival shows of reason, this contortionism of thought, stands so far opposed to the plain facts present within the Bible as to be dismissible were they not so prevalent.
There seems to me two responses to God: You can take Him as he is, too awesome to behold, or you can reject the ideals—the judgements—founded in Him. In the latter, the mantle of judgeship is usurped by man, and his rule, limited by nothing greater, is ruled by the lower, becoming the arbitrary pendulum of nature, the wheel of fortune forever bearing up and dashing down man’s hopes. The former is no less terrifying, for it involves the submission of man, the bowing of one’s head before the mighty King.