Does God exist? I assume you have an opinion on the matter. We may say we hate to talk about it, but for some reason we just can’t escape its sultry allure. As it would happen, the internet is obsessed with this question. You’ll be hard-pressed to find a comment thread lacking this essential debate.
Don’t you wish you could wave a magic wand and settle this matter once and for all? But does the fact you don’t even know if magic wands exist complicate the matter even further? Well, today is your lucky day! After many years of searching, I have discovered indisputable truth that will finally put this feud to rest.
Now I know what you’re thinking…
“Brett, you can’t go and ruin it for everyone. Countless pastors and professors and philosophers could be out of work! The fate of Christian music hangs in the balance!”
While I do not discount the legitimacy of said concerns, the time has come.
You see, it is easy to say “God exists” without backing it up. But a few days ago I was given proof of his existence. It was so mind-blowing, so miraculous. My journey was finally over. The logic was so blinding that I had to shield my eyes. I removed my loafers, for the ground on which I stood had become holy.
What is this proof, you ask? I hope you’re sitting down.
See that little arrow in the bottom right corner? There’s more!
You see, my atheist friend had been given this divinely-inspired post-it note from another co-worker. Spoiler-alert, the co-worker was a Christian. While normally such note-passing would be considered rude, pointless, arrogant, naive, or “a waste of a perfectly good post-it note” …this was the obvious exception to the rule. I mean, just look at the Einstein-ian rhetoric.
Have you ever read a book that is 100% true…
Perhaps we have all been blinded by our own worldliness to ever notice just how accurate the Bible actually is. I was under the impression that it contained at least a partial degree of “less than perfection”. Maybe 82% true? Engrossed in the illumination of the post-it, I read on…
…and in which every historical event actually occurred?
When I read these words I sat down and gazed into the distance. I couldn’t help but feel a momentary surge of rage flood my veins as I realized my history teachers had been teaching from history books where the events described didn’t actually occur. I mean, what the hell?!
The Bible is the only book that is always true, every time.
The wisdom of this passage of scripture (Yes, I have already declared the post-it to be scripture) was so mysterious that I did not try to interpret it right away. I simply decided to have faith that some books could be true some of the time, but not every time. Only the Bible was always true every single time.
The other side of this relic (Yes, it’s obviously a relic too) stripped away all my earlier notions of what the truth should look like. The truth doesn’t need periods, only commas. The truth goes on, and on, and on, and on…
Having shown you the truth, it would be glorious if you would rid your heart of doubt and ignorance. But many of you are sinners, and sinners hate the truth. In fact, if you reject this revelation, that only proves its authenticity. Also, accepting the message also means it’s true. See how that works? Brilliant. Checkmate, atheists.
Perhaps some could say that proving God’s existence is futile, since God can be defined in countless ways. Maybe some think that the Bible was written by countless people over thousands of years as a narrative about their community’s spiritual journey, an account stooped in Eastern philosophy, myth, poetry, allegory, and metaphor. I’d venture to say that some despise this debate, because it distracts us from what really matters on this planet. What if they prayed (or spoke to the empty godless void) every night that the debate would finally end, that the dogs would stop barking so we could all get some rest.
I even bet some people think it’s impossible to prove or disprove such things, so we should just “love” each other and “watch Life of Pi” already. But we don’t need to think about any of that anymore.
Yes, Jesus loves me. The post-it tells me so.