Is God Real?

“Is God Real?”

A student asked me this question last week.  The issue was apparently brought up in his philosophy class.  I’m not sure if the young man was struggling with the answer or just wanted to hear my answer (or maybe a combination of both).  Regardless, I found his honesty refreshing.  There was not a hint of anger, antagonism, or hostility in his voice—he (and his friends) just wanted an answer.


“Sure, He is,” I responded.  “You cannot scientifically prove or disprove the existence of God.  But you can look around at the evidence.  For me, the evidence of God is overwhelming.”

“If I tried to convince you my wristwatch just appeared out of thin air, you would never believe me—you know someone made it.  Even at the cellular level, life is amazingly complex.  One living cell is more intricate than the entire city of Manila.  The idea that life could happen by accident, in my opinion, is simply absurd.”

I challenged the young men to relentlessly pursue the answer to this question.

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

-Psalm 19:1

“A little philosophy inclineth man’s mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men’s minds about to religion.”
-Francis Bacon

Billy Graham’s Last Wish

I had the opportunity to preach again tonight.  It’s been about a month since we’ve had worship, and it was great to minister again.

Something was on my mind as I prepared for tonight’s message.  I watched this video a few days ago:

Pay close attention to Graham’s statement to his son:  “Franklin, I wish I could preach one more time.”  

I believe this quote will stay with me for a while.  It says a lot about Billy Graham’s heart for evangelism.

But this last wish has a more personal application for me.  It’s reminder of just how quickly life passes by–a reminder that all ministries, including mine, will one day come to an end.  I’m inspired to preach my heart out while I still have time and strength.   

Thanks, brother Billy.  Even your last wish has ministered to my soul. 

As long as it is day, we must do the work of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work.
-John 9:4

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