Making Life Work

By: Ronald L. Dart

And God stepped out on space
And he looked around and said
"I’m lonely, I’ll make me a world." 1

    It is a simple, elegant statement of cosmology. The author, James Weldon Johnson, not only sees God as creator of everything, he imagines a motive for the act of creation. It may seem strange to think of God as lonely. But if we believe that God created all things, then we must believe that there was a time when God was alone and was not content to stay that way. This is true whether you believe God is a Trinity, a Unity, or a family composed of Father and Son. Whatever we call "God" was alone.

By: Ronald L. Dart

    I have to see my eye doctor three times a year, and I am always left waiting in his examination room. The walls there are covered with pictures and diagrams of the human eye. I often gaze at these pictures with something approaching religious awe. The eyes that I see all around the walls were designed. And surely no one could fail to see that.

By: Lenny Cacchio  

    No, I don’t accept it all on faith.  The God of the Bible does not expect you to chuck your reasoning powers at the sanctuary door.  Rather, we read of Paul’s admonition to the Thessalonians to "test all things; hold fast what is good" (I Thessalonians 5:21 NKJV), or as the old King James has it, "Prove all things."

    "Prove" can mean lots of different things.  Writers such as Lee Strobel offer proof of God through rules of evidence which he presents admirably in his "Case For" books – The Case of Christ, The Case for Faith, and The Case for a Creator.

    Geniuses such as Isaac Newton saw the laws of physics as proof of an ordered universe and thus the need for a supreme lawgiver.

    Apologists such...

By: Ron Saladin

    I was on my way home from work when I got the page—911. I hurriedly dialed home to hear that five year-old Christopher had a bad puncture wound under his left jaw. He had catapulted off his bicycle into the edge of a log. Lots of blood. I hurriedly asked if he was breathing okay; the answer was yes. I was 30 minutes away.

    When I arrived, I looked at the wound. It was bleeding more from the inside than the outside. My wife, Cynthia, had rolled up a cloth and put it into Christopher’s mouth to absorb some of the seeping blood. The wound looked odd—smooth tissue, almost like the inside tissue of a cheek. We were off to the emergency room at St. John’s in Washington, MO.

    The doctor suspected a broken jaw, and...