One of the fish in my tank told the other fish that he has discovered the explanation for the daily arrival of food which he observed always coincides with a large shadow; therefore the shadow produces the food. When asked what causes the shadow, he says “it’s a natural law”.
Another fish disagreed. She believes that the shadow is a sign of some Being that lives outside of the tank entirely. She also claims (with no evidence) that this Being loves the fish and provides for them. The first fish informed her that she is irrational and unscientific.
He enjoys a meal while believing there is no chef.
He reads a book while denying it has an author.
He admires the sunset while asserting there is no sun.
He savors pleasure not knowing from whence it came.
He embarks on a journey without a map.
He travels into a desert where there is no oasis.
He plays on a sports-field that has no goalposts.
He assembles a puzzle with no picture to guide him.
He plays a role in a drama but ignores the play-writer.
He treasures life but ignores the life-giver.
He seeks for joy but dismisses the joy-giver.
He acknowledges laws but denies the law-giver.
When he is in need he has no one to pray to.
When he is grateful he has no one to thank.
He searches for meaning while rejecting its source.
He denies in his head what his heart knows to be true.
It behooves us to pray that the God in whom
he does not believe will come to his aid.
I am not an Atheist. I do not know if I can define myself as a Pantheist… We are in the position of a little child, entering a huge library whose walls are covered to the ceiling with books in many different tongues. The child knows that someone must have written those books. It does not know who or how. It does not understand the languages in which they are written. The child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of the books, a mysterious order, which it does not comprehend, but only dimly suspects. That, it seems to me, is the attitude of the human mind, even the greatest and most cultured, toward God. We see a universe marvelously arranged, obeying certain laws, but we understand the laws only dimly.
Materialist atheism says we are just a collection of chemicals. It has no answer whatsoever to the question of how we should be capable of love or heroism or poetry if we are simply animated pieces of meat. The Resurrection, which proclaims that matter and spirit are mysteriously conjoined, is the ultimate key to who we are. It confronts us with an extraordinarily haunting story. J. S. Bach believed the story, and set it to music. Most of the greatest writers and thinkers of the past 1,500 years have believed it. But an even stronger argument is the way that Christian faith transforms individual lives—the lives of the men and women with whom you mingle on a daily basis, the man, woman, or child next to you in church tomorrow morning.
–A. N. Wilson, “Religion of Hatred: Why We Should No Longer be Cowed by the Chattering Classes Ruling Britain Who Sneer at Christianity,” U.N. Daily Mail (4-11-09)