“Only the withering soul would say to himself,
“There is no God.”
Psalm 14:1, Passion
A heart without God is a heart without hope. He is the only sure and steadfast constant in an ever-changing world – the bedrock of security. Other translations are less than flattering, stating without excuse that the “fool” has said in his heart that there is no God.
How can anyone honestly believe (and it is an unfounded belief, not a science, whatever the schools may say) that all of the splendor of creation is nothing more than a cosmic accident driven my chance and time? Removing the mystery from the history, slicing the supernatural from the picture, leaves us alone in a cold and unsympathetic universe.
Just as a plant torn from the nourishing soil withers, so the soul ripped from relationship with the Creator, dries up and becomes a mere shell of humanity as God intended.
Moreover, a cosmology without God at the centre requires a man-made moral framework to shape and determine conduct. A subjective morality that considers jihad as just, and child molestation as nothing more than a sexual preference. With no objective divine standard to measure ourselves by, who has the authority to pronounce what is right and wrong?
No. Such a universe cannot function. God at the center is the key that opens the lock to all that the human heart craves: relationship, significance, purpose, affirmation. The deepest needs of the human heart are soundly satisfied when our roots go down into the soil of His love. We become like trees, planted by streams of water, bearing fruit in every season.
Jesus spoke of it this way:
“I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.” (John 15:5 KJV)
The fruits of knowing God in an intimate way brings joy to the heart of people. A life shared and poured out for others.
God is the gardener. He knows how to tend the soul to bring forth the richest fruits a life can produce.
Connected to Him, the sap of compassion, of the miraculous, the wonder-working, world-changing power of Jesus Christ pours through the heart of the indwelling Spirit to yours. No longer a soul in drought. Instead, your inner man satiated and overflowing. Rivers of life pouring from your spirit, bringing life and truth wherever you go.
“Papa, never let me take for granted the incredible wonder it is to know you. I was a man scratching in the desert, desperate for some satisfaction for the thirst of my spirit. I looked in all the wrong places, drinking from stagnant pools and denying your reality. But there you were, right in the sludge with me. Digging the desert to discover my heart. God, my God, my Father and friend, thank you a million times over for your life. I love you with all my heart, and every taste of your refreshing Spirit leaves me wanting more.”
“Child, my greatest joy is to bring my children home. To draw them close. Men may foolishly follow their own ways, but my compassion is not removed from them. Remember your own history, and my mercy reaching into your darkness. That is how I want to use you to reach others. To shine a light on their path. To be a well where they can drink deeply and know the truth that finally satisfies the drought they feel in their parched soul. Let my compassion flow from your inner man, calling the withered and weary to lay down their burdens and embrace my Son!”