The Undeniable God
By: Gordon Dasher
Overwhelmed! That’s what I feel. Obsessed! Possessed! I don’t know what the right word is. But I can tell you this: I hate it and love it, all at once!
What drives my obsession? What could cause a man to be so overwhelmed that he feels infinite love at the same time he feels completely insignificant? That he is adored even though he has begun to realize that in the entire universe, he is nothing? That he isn’t even a subatomic period compared to the vastness of everything that exists? You wouldn’t need to travel in a spaceship very far above the earth’s surface before you couldn’t see the rest of us. We really are small.
We cannot escape this — the reality that we are, in a physical sense, insignificant. Not when we compare our physical being with a universe that is 96 billion light years from one side to the other. And that is just the known universe. It is an immeasurable distance.
Without a doubt, this universe, with over a trillion galaxies, is far beyond any human’s ability to comprehend just how infinitely large it is. We really are nothing. At least we are nothing if the theory that there is no creator is correct. Thirteen billion years ago, there was nothing. No matter, no time, no space. And then, BOOM! Without any cause at all, without any intelligent being causing it to happen, it just did!
Without a creator, without an all-powerful, infinite, and good god, can anyone explain how we can find meaning and purpose in a reality like that? At best, we are accidents of the universe that is itself an accident. We aren’t even supposed to be here, for goodness sakes. Now that I think about it, what does “goodness sakes” even mean in a purposeless universe? How can goodness, or badness, or evil, or right and wrong even exist? Those words mean nothing in a purely physical universe that just began to exist for no reason at all.
No wonder we are in such a moral fix in America in 2022. This idea has been crammed down our throats in school for generations, and if they are right, why not just do as you please? Why not rape children or walk into an elementary school or a mall or any other public gathering and open fire with your AR-15? Why not kill a Supreme Court justice or destroy your political opponents? Why not abandon your family? Leave your spouse? Cheat your neighbor?
You might argue that society is better off when we have rules and everyone obeys them, but if there is no explanation for our existence other than blind chance, who cares about society?
So, I look at this universe that undeniably appears to be designed by someone with unknowable intelligence, and I say to myself, “I’m not the smartest guy to ever live, but I’m no fool. This thing has premeditation written all over it. It is so intricate, that no one can argue with me (with a straight face) that it’s all accidental.”
I think of analogies. Things that would point out the silliness of an argument like that.
What would you think of my mental well-being if, while behind the wheel of the Tesla Sportster driving from zero to sixty in 2.6 seconds, I looked over at you sitting in the passenger’s seat and said, “Wow! Isn’t it amazing that this car just developed out of thin air?”
You would think me a fool. And rightly so. Teslas are designed. They don’t just appear from nothing.
Can we really argue that the universe was a random act of chance? It is far more complex. Far more intricate. Only a fool would say something so ludicrous.
I didn’t come to this conclusion on my own. David said, “The fool says in his heart, “’There is no God.’ They are corrupt, their deeds are vile; there is no one who does good.” (Psalm 14:1)
Looking at creation and walking away saying that God is not real defies logic. There’s just too much evidence. You can deny it, but you would be a fool to do so. You can ignore him, but it doesn’t change things – he’s still there.
So, how do we explain why some people seem so bent on trying to disprove his existence despite all the evidence that he is there? If you read the above Psalm again, you will get a clue about why. But if you want a clearer explanation, listen to what the Apostle Paul said in Romans 1:19-20.
At the root of unbelief is a desire to suppress truth — the truth about the reality of God. If you are struggling with believing that God is real, it’s possible that you are doing so because you don’t want anyone to lord it over you. You simply want to do your own thing.
If you are one of those people who have sincere questions about God, then, ask them. If God is real, as we believe, then he can withstand your questions. Ask away! Seek! Knock! You’ll find your answer.
But you aren’t the person we are talking about. We are talking about the person who would prefer to follow their own evil passions than to allow God to define reality for them. We are talking about the person who would rather pursue their goal of financial wealth at the expense of others than to listen to what God has to say about honesty, integrity, and generosity. We are talking about the person who prefers self over the presence of God.
In other words, we are talking about anyone who would rather listen to the unreasonable voice of doubt than they would the logical voice of reality. We are talking about the person who would rather find a reason to disbelieve that God is real because they think that disbelieving lets them off the hook with God. They don’t have to submit to someone they don’t believe in.
So, if the god-denier is a fool, then what about the person who, however imperfect and flawed, looks at the universe and says, “So you are real! I see it now, and I want to know you? I repent of my independent spirit! I submit to you!” Despite that person’s imperfections, he or she turns out to be wisest of all. He sees his own imperfections, but he also sees the flawless God who created the cosmos, and he trusts him.
I am astounded by the universe. It is an amazing display of creative power. The sheer magnitude of it takes my breath away. I gasp at its enormity. But even more than that, it strikes terror in my heart that as big as it is, the one who created it is even bigger. I can understand the universe on a theoretical level, but I can never understand God. I cannot imagine him. I have no metaphor or visual image that is adequate. I have no theories that would enable me to comprehend him. Not even close.
When I think about him, all I do is gasp for air and cower. And at the precise moment I do that, just when I am overwhelmed by him, that is when he grasps my hand and pulls me to my feet and tells me that all his love and affection are poured out on me.
And I think to myself, “He loves me! He really does! This vast and infinite God with no beginning and no end, he loves me!”
What can I do now? Can I turn my back on him? I really would be a fool to turn my gaze away from him to something else. No! I can only do one thing — I fall on my face, confess that he is Lord of all, and give my life to him. The undeniable God! I am his and his alone.