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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Mike Adams on townhall.com: Sea of Faces

Mike Adams writes a regular column on townhall.com and I have been a faithful reader for several years. Attracted to his iconoclastic, sometimes sardonic style, I particularly enjoy it when he takes on the politically correct, intelligently challenged members of the academic elite.

Dr. Adams, like this writer, came to be a believer and a Christian relatively late in life after suffering with the delusions of the material self and arrogant pride much of his adult life. In this, and a subsequent column, The Shadow Proves the Sunshine, Dr. Adams explains a little about his conversion and his understanding of what it means to be a Christian.

Sea of Faces

Late one morning in May of 1996, I stuck my head out of the window of James and Stephanie’s Manhattan apartment to get some not-so-fresh air while I drank my morning coffee. We were just getting up before noon after a long night of talking God and politics at an Irish pub called Peter McManus’ located somewhere around 20th Street. I looked down at the droves of people flooding the streets for the noon lunch break wondering whether it was possible for God to have a plan for each one of their lives as well as a concern for each one’s well-being.

Those questions may seem odd for one to ponder over morning coffee but they aren’t so strange for one who just weeks before had broken the chains of atheism that had bound him for so long. Just because I renounced atheism one day on the way out of a damp prison in Quito, Ecuador, did not mean I instantly became a Christian. That would not happen until years later when I recognized that a personal relationship with God was not only a possibility but an indispensable aspect of Christianity.

Since that time I’ve had the opportunity to share my faith with a lot of people. In fact, many people who read this column tell me to stop doing it. My awareness that it gets under their skin is the principal reason I continue. Christianity is not always comforting and those most annoyed with it are often the closest to conversion.

It should go without saying that I’m always pleased to hear when a reader turns to Christ. There’s no greater joy than hearing the good news that someone has accepted the Good News. By the same token, there is nothing more devastating than hearing of a reader turning away from Christianity. That happened to me recently when a fellow I once witnessed to said, “I still believe in God but I feel like he only intervenes in my life when he wants to (expletive) with me.”

The fellow who told me that also said he was not a “conservative Christian” like me but instead a “more liberal Christian.” He may or may not know that he’s on the verge of no longer being a Christian at all.

Perhaps the most accurate thing my reader has recently said about Christianity is that I am a conservative Christian. That conservatism is reflected in two things I believe to be absolutely certain about the life of a Christian:

1) I believe that - because we live in a world broken by sin and occupied by fundamentally flawed individuals - storms are inevitable. If all hell has not yet broken loose in your life it soon will. Chaos would not be so pervasive if people were as fundamentally good as the so-called liberal Christian deems them to be.

2) When all hell breaks loose in life, each individual is faced with the choice of moving toward the Cross or away from the Cross. Every person in every tumultuous situation chooses one or the other of these two options. A man has no one but himself to blame for the consequences of making the wrong decision – though the so-called liberal Christian probably dislikes my emphasis on free will.

When one responds to tragedy by moving towards the Cross it is impossible to believe that God only intervenes in men’s lives when he wants to (expletive) with them. The closer one moves to the Cross, the more one understands that God really is willing to intervene in the lives of men. One also understands that God does it because he loves all of his children and wants to have a real and permanent relationship with them.

That is why I am so irritated with self-proclaimed liberal Christians like John Shelby Spong. Those like Spong who either deny the importance of the resurrection or deny its occurrence altogether share a transparent political motivation. If you get too close to the Cross, you get too close to the reality of sin and its consequences. And then you alienate valuable political allies.

Mike Adams is a criminology professor at the University of North Carolina Wilmington and author of Feminists Say the Darndest Things: A Politically Incorrect Professor Confronts "Womyn" On Campus.


Bob Ellis said...

Though I've never been an atheist (except for a few relatively brief skeptical examinations of the claims of the Bible), there was a time when I felt like the guy who believed God only intervened in his life when God wanted to #^&%!@ with him.

During that time as I ran from God and shook my fist at him, I came to know more about the dark side of existence, and the dark side of human nature, than I should ever want to know, in retrospect.

But it was only when my almost inexhaustible (almost) pride and arrogance had been beaten to a pulp on God's anvil that I was able to see how profoundly wrong I'd been to blame God for the bad stuff.

I came to see that I'd brought most of it on myself with my poor, self-centered choices. I was just reaping the crop that comes from the law of consequences, the law of cause-and-effect.

And at the end of myself, when I was hanging on by my fingernails, I finally realized that God wants so much infinitely better for me than any of those self-centered choices can ever bring.

The lie that God is a hateful, vindictive, mean God is just that: a lie. But it's a very effective lie that keeps a lot of folks from getting to know God...and leads quite a few into the pit of Hell.

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