Credibility

I remember one of the questions Michael asked last year at d'NA group discussions: "How can we prove that what the Bible says is true/reliable?"

Judging from the answers given, most (if not all) of us turned to history, philosophy and, to a lesser extent, science, for our answers to his question.

And he said: "Why is it that we do not seek the answer in the Bible itself? Is there anything in the Bible that defends itself?"

Judging from the silence, probably none of us thought of that.

He proceeded to cite 2 Timothy 3:16-17;

All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work. (NIV)


I recall this because the latest issue of TIME magazine (September 4, 2006) arrived today. On the cover are printed these words:

HOW THE STARS WERE BORN
FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, SCIENTISTS TAKE AN INCREDIBLE JOURNEY TO THE DAWN OF THE UNIVERSE

And I thought to myself, what makes a scientist/historian more credible than the authors of the Bible?

I can think of no reason, except this: people no longer want to hear the voice of God. And God has left us to our own devices.

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Perhaps Love
(John Denver)

Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble when you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through

Love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel
For some a way of living, for some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on and some say letting go
And some say love is everything, and some say they don't know

Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains
If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you

Some say love is holding on and some say letting go
Some say love is everything and some say they don't know

Perhaps love is like the mountains, full of conflict, full of change
Like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains
If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you