"Our faith is not a product to be analyzed; it's a relationship to be enjoyed.
How many take itinerant and wayward jaunts at its periphery!
'The real god,' says the scientist, 'is universal law,
and once we have bound the universe in its
successive layers, then we have identified the Lord!'
As C. Day Lewis puts it in a poem:
'God is a proposition,
And we that prove Him are His priests,
His chosen,
From bare hypothesis
Of strata and of wind, of stars and tides,
watch me construct His universe:
A working model of my majestic notions:
A sum done in the head.
Last week I measured the light:
His little finger.
The rest...is a matter of time,'
'The real god,' says the poet, 'is a thing of
beauty and a joy forever.' You will see him in:
'The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in a garden,
Than anywhere else on earth!'
'The real god,' says the politician, 'is Utopia.'
His stock and trade is progress.
'Day by day in every way,
the world is getting better.'
Buttons,
bells,
and buzzers play the grand
concerto
of our human progress!
See! the course is upward and the race is to
the swift!
So, men for centuries have turned the cannon barrels of
their telescopes to shoot the stars,
have piled their paper calculations, file on file,
have busied blackboards with their hodgepodge prophecies.
But God, that 'unknown element,'
'that vast and baffling X,' escapes
them still!
Does it not comfort you to know you have a God beyond your comprehension?
Have you never thought that if you knew all there is to know about him, he could not be God?
