You will say that these are very small sins; and doubtless, like all young tempters, you are anxious to be able to report spectacular wickedness. But do remember, the only thing that matters is the extent to which you separate the man from the Enemy. It does not matter how small the sins are provided that their cumulative effect is to edge the man away from the Light and out into the Nothing. Murder is no better than cards if cards can do the trick. Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one – the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.
These profoundly sobering words were uttered by a devil. A provocative thought. To be more precise they were uttered in C.S. Lewis’ (1898-1963) masterful work The Screwtape Letters (1942) which is written as a collection of letters from a senior demon named Screwtape to a young trainee demon named Wormwood. Throughout the letters, Screwtape gives his wise analysis and advice on how the young upstart tempter can best destroy his “patient” (a Christian) and ultimately separate him from the “Enemy” (God).
If you have not read this book, you need to. It is soul food. It is one of the most thought-provoking and spiritually convicting books you will ever read if you allow it.
As I read back through it three initial insights wash over me:
INSIGHT #1: EVERYTHING IS SPIRITUAL
As you read through Lewis’ work – and I mean read and re-read and chew on it – you become acutely aware of just how spiritual everything is in life. Paraphrasing the words of Hamlet,
“There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our philosophies and psychologies.”
Everything is spiritual in the sense that all we do in some form or fashion shapes our souls and the souls of those around us unwittingly so or not. Lewis is penetrating this profound point throughout the book.
How we live our lives through the mundane tasks of life shapes our souls. How we treat our husbands and wives shapes our souls and theirs. The tones we set with our children shape our souls as well as theirs. Our work ethic and interactions with coworkers shape our souls as well as theirs. How we perceive the strangers we pass in the grocery store shapes our souls. What we laugh at, what we cry about, and how we joke all shape our souls. The things that we spend our money on shape our souls. How we spend our leisure and resources shapes our souls.
What we dream about, fantasize about, and hope for all shapes our souls. All these things are little inclines or slopes that incrementally glide our souls toward everlasting splendor or wretchedness. Lewis in The Weight of Glory (1941) said it this way,
“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.” 
This all means that fundamentally there is nothing in this life that is merely trivial.
INSIGHT #2: THERE ARE DARK FORCES AT WORK IN THIS WORLD
The second thing that shines forth from Lewis’s work is a sobering vigilant awareness of spiritual powers. We do not wrestle against flesh and blood but dark cosmic spiritual forces (Ephesians 6:12; Colossians 1:13). Lewis says at the very beginning of The Screwtape Letters,
"There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about the devils. One is to disbelieve in their existence. The other is to believe, and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them."
Similarly, the theologian and philosopher Peter Kreeft (1937-present) puts it like this:
“Satan is equally pleased by our overestimating him and our underestimating him – as the commander of an enemy army in wartime would be equally pleased if your side greatly overestimated his strength and shook with superstitious fear when there was ‘nothing to fear but fear itself,’ or if you greatly underestimated his strength, or even stopped believing in his very existence.”
It is easy in our post-modern hyper-scientistic world today to balk at the idea of a spiritual realm of darkness versus light, much less that we humans are affected by it.
It is a laughably quaint idea from a bygone age when we believed in things like fairies, objective morality, and civic virtue. But this is to our detriment. We are precisely where the Adversary and his devilish hordes want us to be – blind and proud of it. Our culture (and many a church sadly) has crafted the perfect fatted sheep for the grinders of the War-Machine of Hell.
INSIGHT #3: THE NEED TO PERCEIVE OUR CHAINS
Dovetailing off the last paragraph is the understanding that the only way to have spiritual victory is to be aware of the Enemy’s tactics. We must understand the subtlety of Satan. The Adversary’s goal is to ensure we do not perceive our own chains. Therefore, he rarely works through the grandiose. His playground resides in the realm of the gradual, the mundane, and the unremarkable.
That is where his greatest work is achieved.
It is the little foxes that spoil the vine (Solomon 2:15). It is the methodical allure of desires that entice the soul (James 1:14-15). It is the waterless springs of darkness that promise allurements but brings enslavement (2 Peter 2:17-19). For the past several weeks I have become acutely aware of such truth by re-reading Lewis’ The Screwtape Letters.
Because of all this over the next several posts, I would like to focus upon some of the most provocative thoughts in Lewis’ book on how the Adversary slowly tries to destroy our souls. Each post will cover one or two inclines/slopes the Adversary puts along the paths of our lives to slowly kill the Light of Christ. As with every post, these will not be exhaustive but hopefully will provoke and impassion you in your walk of Faith.
I hope you will come with me along the journey.
 C.S. Lewis, Signature Classics, The Screwtape Letters (New York, NY: HarperOne, 2003), pg. 220
 C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory (New York, NY: HarperCollins, 2001), pg. 46
 C.S. Lewis, Signature Classics, The Screwtape Letters (New York, NY: HarperOne, 2003), pg. 183
 Peter Kreeft, Angels and Demons: What Do We Really Know about Them? (New York, NY: Ignatius, 1995), pg. 112
Indifference is one of the single most life-threatening obstacles of our post-modern age. It is the philosophy of shruggish I-don’t-care-ism that is really behind most of our cultures slide into relativism, skepticism, boredom, and promiscuity. It cleverly and cancerously sucks the vitality, passion, and sensibility from any environment or individual that ingests it. Such an ethic has killed corporations, civilizations, movements, marriages, churches, and souls with equal force. While the unbeliever can be and often is consumed and enslaved to this monstrous power sadly and disturbingly many a believer also succumbs to its corrupting influence. It is to such a reality that I wish to direct attention in this post. While still relevant to unbelievers the thrust will be upon prodding, provoking, and awakening believers.
That said, read on.
THE WEIGHT OF OUR LOVE
Christians have always struggled with the battle of indifference. Even Augustine (354-430 A.D.), the great philosopher and theologian of the Christian Church, prayed back in the 300s A.D.,
“I was astonished that although I now loved you…I did not persist in enjoyment of my God. Your beauty drew me to you, but soon I was dragged away from you by my own weight and in dismay I plunged again into the things of this world…as though I had sensed the fragrance of the fare but was not yet able to eat it.”
What naked honesty. Augustine prayed what I think many of us have prayed in our faith walk – to be reignited, to walk closer to God, to be stirred up, to be revived, to desire Him more, to be dragged into His presence, to be drawn to His beauty, and so forth. But often it seems as if our words peter-out as quickly as we say them. The heavens seem to calcify, the heart is once again snagged, and the mind once again wanders. It seems as if we go through these continual oscillating phases between desire and apathy throughout our walk.
There is a terror in all this.
Slowly, incrementally, unknowingly a shift can begin to take place within us. As we plod through these vacillating stages we progressively (or rather regressively) become less and less desirous of desiring. Our enjoyment of God not only begins to deaden but our awareness and care of that deadening begins to deaden. This is the danger of all dangers. This is where indifference rests.
Augustine revealed a seed of this problem in his own life when he said, “I was dragged away by my own weight and in dismay I plunged again into the things of the world.” Our “weight” is what gives mass to our choices. Augustine said it like this,
“My weight is my love. Wherever I am carried, my love is carrying me.”
At bottom, what we truly love is exemplified by what carries us through life. Ask yourself, “What is your weight?” To answer consider what you live for. Whatever gives you hope, peace, comfort, solace, sanity, identity, and meaning is at its root what you love. Whatever consumes your energy, time, effort, resources, and happiness is, at bottom, what you love. Augustine is not being novel here. He merely echoes the Master Carpenter of our souls who told us,
“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also”
This is truth. As we go through life the Pearl of Great Price (Matthew 13) becomes buried under a mountain of lower quality jewels that we collect. They all do hold value to our lives, and should, but as time goes on, we keep laying more and more of them upon the foundational and Greater Beauty of the Kingdom. As a result, the Kingdom becomes harder and harder to shine through. To use the analogy of Augustine, our senses become saturated by a myriad of fragrances that begin to dull the aroma of Christ.
THE DEADLY TOXINS OF LITTLE THINGS
This process of indifference does not happen immediately. It is steady, subtle, and happens almost always through good things. Therein lies the true deadliness of its power.
The road to indifference (spiritual death) is made up of a myriad of glistening bricks that individually are seemingly isolated beautiful things. Family, friends, work, eating, drinking, buying, laughing, relaxing, playing, child-rearing, fellowshipping, serving, creating, and on and on are all elements that can and often do make up the road to indifference. Successively each of these things, although independently beautiful aromas of life, gradually begin to consume everything about us. They begin to overpower and surpass our sense of the One Thing needful (Luke 10:42). In other words, they begin to distract us from the deeper longing that each of them only mirror – intimacy with the Maker of our souls (more in a minute on this).
Blaise Pascal (1623-1662), the French mathematician and theologian, defined this problem powerfully when he said,
“Man’s sensitivity to little things and insensitivity to the greatest things are marks of a strange disorder.”
In short, we are agents that seem to perpetually become obsessed with the “little things” in life and regressively unconcerned with the “big things.” Let me try and forcefully modernize it for us: We tend to become far more concerned with binging through our latest television series than we are binging the Scriptures. We tend to become far more concerned with leveling up our video-game scores than leveling up our own spiritual beings. We tend to become far more concerned with looking right for the family summer barbeque than being right for the marriage supper of the Lamb. We tend to become far more concerned with ensuring our kids play sports than in training them up for the spiritual race of life. We tend to become far more concerned with cleaning our houses than having our spiritual houses in order. We tend to become far more consumed with surfing tabloids and Facebook posts than with prayer and meditation. The thing about all of these is that they are not bad things in themselves. They are good things. They are things that give us joy. But these things begin to mount up in our lives and progressively obscure the Kingdom, which is the everlasting Reality of joy.
We always assume that our slide “into sin” or our “backsliding” could come or would come in a rushing wind or a clanging symbol. But it never does. Sin is a road. It is a root. It is a cancer. It is the inverse of the Kingdom Reality of Christ who says, “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life” (John 4:6). The path of indifference proclaims that same truism – that it is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. But it isn’t.
Indifference is therefore the most effective and hellish tool in the arsenal of the Adversary. It is the most effective because it is the most unnoticeable for it uses good things to its own end. It is the most hellish because it does not seem like its rebellion, but it is. It is another form of hate towards God. It is not an impassioned skeptical hate; it is a yawning unrecognized hate. That is why it does not seem as dangerous. With militant rebellion there is at least a passion and purpose to it. That form of hatred says, “I want to kill you!” or “I hate you God!” But with indifference there is a slow deadness to care or cause. It says, “I do not care whether you live or die” and acts as if God isn’t relevant at all.
Hate is like the rush of a tsunami or the burst of a volcano. Indifference is like the slow, methodical, corrosive leakage of a toxin. It is not noticeable. It still kills. But by all outward signs everything is fine. Until it is not.
When we are indifferent to the things of the Kingdom what we really are doing is yawning in the face of God’s beauty. It is saying, “I don’t care about You,” which is just another indirect way of saying, “I hate you God” without actually saying “I hate you God.”
LOSING SITE OF ETERNITY
Is there a way to reverse the steps of indifference? Yes. Where there is life there is hope and where there is hope there can be life once again. I do not presume to give an entire analysis in one post on the nature of indifference nor solutions to it. But in the last part of this post, I want to address at least one underlining cure for the malady of indifference.
If we want to curb the encroaching snares of indifference in our lives, then we need a renewed look at life through the lens of Eternity. The subtilty of spiritual indifference happens when we slowly lose sight of eternity and focus more on the evanesces of earthly life. It is the “Here and Now Syndrome” that needs to be broken in us. Pascal tells it bluntly like this,
One needs no great sublimity of soul to realize that in this life there is no true and solid satisfaction, that all our pleasures are mere vanity, that our afflictions are infinite, and finally that death which threatens us at every moment must in a few years infallibly face us…. Nothing could be more real, or more dreadful than that. Let us put on as bold a face as we like: that is the end awaiting the world’s most illustrious life. Let us ponder these things, and then say whether it is not beyond doubt that the only good thing in this life is the hope of another life, that we become happy only as we come nearer to it, and that, just as no more unhappiness awaits those who have been quite certain of eternity, so there is no happiness for those who have no inkling of it.
To be frank, Pascal is saying we do not think often enough about our death. This sounds morbid. But there is a truth in it. He is not speaking of a macabre nihilistic suicidal mentality towards life. Quite the opposite. He is getting across the understanding, that is deeply biblical, of seeing life through death. Put another way, seeing Eternity through the earthly or the Big things through the little things. To have this understanding is to have a healthy sense of existence. C.S. Lewis (1898-1963) said it like this,
“All that seems earth is the beginning of Hell or Heaven.”
This world, our life, is nothing more than an extension of Heaven or Hell. This life is but the foyer to a grander or more terrifying world of Eternity. You are no more eternal than you are right now. But the primeval plans of the Adversary are to ensure you do not dwell on this fact very often or at all. His job is to implant obstacles into the midst of our lives to gravitate our weight (our love) ever downward rather than upward. And he does this almost exclusively through the little good things that eventually become distractions to this Ultimate Good. We are even warned over and over in the Scriptures about this. We are told that our lives will be marked by perseverance (Romans 5:4), tests of endurance (James 1:3), wrestling’s with spiritual forces (Ephesians 6:12), and cravings in our flesh (Galatians 5:17). Such struggle is to be a given. But what isn’t a given for many of us is that such a struggle can and often does take place through all the beauties and aromas that give joy to us.
Such a view of death and eternity is not meant for us to be solemn and joyless. Nor is it to create in us a sense of escapism. Rather it should craft in us a sense of joyous diligence. My late mother put such a philosophy in the simplest yet most profound words, “Live a last breath life.” That philosophy has the power to shake apathy and drive us off the path of indifference.
To give a little more robust application to this let us just consider the words of the author of Ecclesiastes,
11 He [God] has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man's heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. 12 I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; 13 also that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil—this is God's gift to man.
Ecclesiastes 3:11-13 (ESV)
What a beautiful scripture that encapsulates what I am trying to get across. Now I am not going to do a full exegetical study of this passage in all its richness because of brevity, but I want you to recognize a few points as I close this post:
If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. 2 Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. 3 For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. 4 When Christ who is your life appears, then you also will appear with him in glory. 5 Put to death therefore what is earthly in you…
Colossians 3:1-5 (ESV)
 Augustine, Confessions, trans, R.S. Pine-Coffin (New York, NY: MacMillian, 1961) pg. 152
 Augustine, Confessions, trans, Henry Chadwick (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2008) pg. 278-279
 Matthew 6:21
 Blaise Pascal, Pensées, trans. ed. Peter Kreeft, Christianity for Modern Pagans (USA: Ignatius Press, 1993), pg. 203
 Pascal, ibid, pg. 191-192
 Consider these scriptures that deal with the evanescence of out lives: 2 Samuel 14:14, 1 Chronicles 29:15, Psalm 90:12, Psalm 144:4, Job 14:1, Ecclesiastes 1:4, Isaiah 40:6, James 4:13-14. All of them call us to have a healthy understanding of death so that we may have a proper understanding of life.
 C.S. Lewis as quoted in Peter Kreeft, Christianity for Modern Pagans (USA: Ignatius Press, 1993), pg. 142
 C.S. Lewis, Signature Classics, The Problem of Pain (New York, NY: HarperOne, 2003), pg. 638-644
 C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain, ibid, pg. 640
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), the German atheist existentialist philosopher, once told the parable of a mad man who declared the death of God,
Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the marketplace, and cried incessantly: "I am looking for God! I am looking for God!" As many of those who did not believe in God were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. “Why, did he get lost?” said one. “Did he lose his way like a child?” said another. “Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? Or emigrated?” Thus they yelled and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances.
"Whither is God?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God's decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must not we ourselves become gods simply to seem worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us - for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto."
Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they too were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern to the ground, and it broke and went out….” It has been related further that on that same day the madman entered divers churches and there sang his “requiem aeternam deo.” Led out and called to account, he is said to have retorted each time: "What are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchres of God?"
This parable is not merely the musings of a nihilistic rebel who revels in the death of the Almighty. Rather it is a sober prophetic vision of what a culture becomes when it kills the Sacred. Nietzsche, in all his irreverent honesty, shows us that when God is dead in our culture, everything changes. Reality is unhinged and every excess is binged. When God is dead, all life, meaning, morality, knowing, being, and doing are redefined and reassigned.
Our culture is living out loud Nietzsche’s parable every day. It has decided to ignite a renaissance of the primordial energies that destroyed Eden. Those energies are just a rehashing and re-conjuring of every “ism” known to Man. Humanism has freed us from Divinity by focusing our efforts on immortalizing human nature and progress. Naturalism has freed us from Faith by making us realize the only reality is what we can see. Deconstructionism has freed us from Truth by fashioning all narratives as truths and Truth as but a narrative. Relativism has freed us from Morality by helping us understand that right and wrong are determined from within. Consumerism has freed us from Restraint by allowing us to indulge in the excess of all our deepest cravings.
Through these energies the shackles of backward concepts like sin, shame, and the sacred are broken and we move towards greater freedom, equality, prosperity, and happiness. At least that is what we believe, right? To date about 60% of us agree that “identifying moral truth is up to each individual [and that] there are no moral absolutes that apply to everyone, all the time.” And tragically 46% of us “evangelical Christians” agree with that same conclusion. Surprised? Not really. We are seeing the fruit of our labors, or rather the lack thereof. For decades our culture at large has rationalized, relativized, and stigmatized GOD to the level of a mirage or taste. It has drunk deep of the pop-philosophy of common mantras that shape us from crib to grave: “God wants you to be happy,” “Don’t let anyone tell you what to be or do,” and “Find your authentic self.” We are inundated with these phrases through the music we listen to, to the movies we watch, to the clothes and food we buy, to the schooling we receive, to the advice we get around the dinner table. In the words of ex Justice Anthony Kennedy, who represents an essential interpreter of the very jurisprudence that ungirds our civilization, “At the heart of liberty is the right to define one's own concept of existence, of meaning, of the universe, and of the mystery of human life.” Nietzsche could not have said it any better. Neither could Lucifer.
The Church in all of this is, sadly, no better (and I speak in broad terms here). Because the world is an ever changing tapestry of choices and beliefs it seems necessary for the Pillar of the Truth to adapt or die. Methodology, doxology, and theology needs redefining and refining. You see we must help the Almighty adapt to our more enlightened and progressive post-modern ways. We must make God relevant again. Like an adolescent leading along their parents into the technologies and customs of the 21st Century, the Church is shepherding God. It has grown up, seen the world, and realized its Cosmic Parent is too outmoded and insufficient to achieve His ends on His own merits. And so, we drink deeply of the methods of our culture’s madness. We turn obedience to preference, virtue to values, and Truth to experience and wrap it all up into a nicely packaged set of self-helps sermons and seeker friendly business models. All for “the Cause” of commission of course. The result is millions of us doing our routine weekly rituals of coming collectively together into thousands of churches across this nation in order to worship a God that accepts everything we accept, believes everything we believe, and behaves in every way we behave.
What is so tragic about this project of cosmic iconoclasm is the delusionary and perverse effects it has on us as a people. Nietzsche, in all his madness and godlessness, understood profoundly that without any objective transcendent astrological center to life – What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? – all is doomed to meaninglessness. There is no up. There is no down. Why? Because there is no horizon, which is the leveler to the landscape of existence. When there is no horizon there is only confusion and madness left. Mere creatures cannot create horizons they can only be guided by them.
Consider the growing madness of our age: In our world today, we speak that “wrong” is subjective and “right” is oppressive. We assert that the only boundaries there can be is to say there are no boundaries. We preach that the only sin is saying there is sin, and the only Truth is to say there is no truth. We legislate laws yet legal scholars inform us that everything is permitted before the law. We condemn corporate greed as immoral yet are taught that there really is no such thing as objective morals. We censure racists for seeing minorities as animals yet are instructed in biology classes that we are in fact nothing more than animals. We promote fact-checking to ensure our political integrity yet teach in philosophy programs that facts are just subjective narratives. We hold political rallies campaigning for gender equality yet write psychology treatises contending that gender is a societal illusion. We host panels on the toxicity of objectifying women yet have feminist op-eds arguing that prostitution is a legitimate means of empowering women. We are in fact rebels without a cause. We rebel against our own rebellions. Such post-modern madness, such horizonless efforts, are summed up in the poignant words of G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936) over a century ago,
"The new rebel is a sceptic and will not entirely trust anything... [T]he fact that he doubts everything really gets in his way when he wants to denounce anything. For all denunciation applies a moral doctrine of some kind; and the modern revolutionist doubts not only the institution he denounces but the doctrine by which he denounces it... In short, the modern revolutionist, being an infinite sceptic, is always engaged in undermining his own mines. In his book on politics he attacks men for trampling on morality; in his book on ethics he attacks morality for trampling on men. Therefore, the modern man in revolt has become practically useless for all purposes of revolt. By rebelling against everything he has lost his right to rebel against anything."
This whole experiment we have going on of present is an old-new project of Bablesch proportions. We are building towers to the heavens to not merely defy God but to declare to the Cosmos that we are the new improved Almighty. Shirley MacLaine would be proud. Nimrod's chest buttons are bulging.
But our culture is living a lie. Many of us are living a lie. We have fallen under the spell of the regression of our progression. Under this allurement we believe that all of these “isms” hold the keys to our freedom, fairness, and happiness, while in actuality they hold enslavement, impropriety, and wretchedness. The truth is that for all our talk of “progress” we really are just as, arguably more so, enslaved than any era of Mankind. While we may be more efficient, more scientific, more industrious, and more self-determining than any generation of our species, we have excelled in slowly killing our Humanity. The data doesn’t lie. Today we have less meaningful relationships than any of our forefathers; we have less of a sense of purpose and meaning than any previous generation; we are more depressed and less happy than at any other period; and we have a growing deficit of empathy towards those with whom we disagree. So much for being less bigoted and more enlightened than our forbearers eh?
The FACT is we are becoming more diluted in our ability to perceive our own chains. This is the regression of progression. We unhinge ourselves from virtue, tradition, morality, faith, and the Giver of All Life and Light, God Himself, in order to recreate the world in our image, only to find that such a vision leaves us wanting and waning. We are living in the greatest form of enslavement ever concocted in the minds of devils because it is the kind we cannot see and will not see and are proud of not seeing. We are going back to Egypt, not away from it. We are skipping towards Gomorrah, not turning from it. We are blueprinting Babel, not scrapping it. We are choosing evil to achieve life rather than love to achieve the Good. We are our primordial father and mother once again listening to the words of the worlds first deconstructionist, Satan, who said, “Did God say?”
The shadow of Nietzsche’s parable of the Madman has and does loom large over our world. In one way this existentialist German nihilist was right, God had been killed by our hands. It was He who scaled Golgotha that died a death of a thousand lifetimes. Paid it all. Triumphed overall. Defines and redefines all. Gives meaning, hope, identity, and peace to all. If we ever hope to achieve true peace, happiness, wholeness, identity, and meaning, it is only going to come through this One that bruised the head of the serpentine purveyor of the first “isms.” It is only through the life, the work, the teaching, and the restoration of the Luminous Nazarene that our culture, our churches, our families, and ourselves find their orientation, their horizon. For it is He who said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life" (John 8:12).
 Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science (1882, 1887) para. 125; Walter Kaufmann ed. (New York: Vintage, 1974), pg. 181-82https://www.georgebarna.com/research/282014/americans-see-many-sources-of-truth%E2%80%94and-reject-moral-absolutes
 G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy in The Three Apologies (Mockingbird Press, 2018), pg. 155-156
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Michael H. Erskine is a high school Social Studies Teacher, has an M.A. in History & School Administration, serves as a Bible teacher in the local church, and is happily married to his beautiful wife Amanda.