In Steve’s memoir, he said
“most of what I post on my blog is written from a sense of duty rather than
personal interest” (page 74). Steve and
I had a couple of email exchanges along that topic over the years. A lot of what drove that feeling is the
difference between writing about what interests you and writing about what
people need to hear. For example, if I
wrote about what interest me, I would write about Chaos Theory, mathematics,
logic, music theory, and trying to become a polyglot. Yet these topics would not be very useful
for the church as a whole.
Indeed, I remember
something my father once told me about a complaint R.C. Sproul made around the
time when I was in high school. It’s so
long ago, I don’t have a way to verify the quote, but it seems accurate
enough. Essentially, Sproul’s complaint was
that publishers kept having him dumb-down his books for a wider audience, so he
was never able to talk about the things he wanted to talk about in the detail
he wanted to express it.
But there’s another
aspect to Steve’s quote that does need to be examined as well. In using his quote as my launch pad, I should
clarify that I do not believe what I’m going to discuss was Steve’s primary
reasoning in the slightest—but it’s also not completely alien, given our
conversations behind the scenes. And
that is the dichotomy that arises from writing about what you know to be true
at times when you do not feel it to be true.
There is a reason that
I use the distinction between knowing and feeling here. Steve mentioned how for him it was a no
brainer that God exists, but that the emotional problem of evil was far more
difficult to tackle (see page 43 of his memoir). This is something that I have also struggled
with. I’ve never doubted the existence
of God—logic makes no sense unless theism is true. But given theism, the question of God’s goodness
definitely still remains one that can be struggled with.
Now at this point, I
want to speak solely for myself. While
Steve and I did discuss the topic, as I mentioned, it’s in the midst of some
emails that I am unable to dig through at the moment, given the nature of the
events that were going on in my life during the time we had these
exchanges. So while I’m fairly confident
I can accurately reproduce from memory what we discussed, I don’t want to
inadvertently put words in Steve’s mouth that he would never have actually said
simply because I mis-remembered the conversation.
So to my point. There can be a radical difference between what
you intellectually know to be true and what you feel at any given time. My personal struggle arose from a time when I
felt God had betrayed me. This feeling
of betrayal was a real feeling, but even a cursory logical look at the
circumstances indicated that there was no such betrayal. While confidentiality requires that I not
give too many specifics, it involved the fact that at one point while I was in
prayer and fasting, I believed God answered my prayers by affirming that I
should remain faithful to my word and continue to pursue something that all my
reason told me was impossible to achieve.
What I concluded from this was that God had told me, “If you remain
faithful to your word, I will work out the details so you will get the result
you want.” But the truth was that never
was the “message” that I got from the prayer—it was a simple command to be
faithful without any indication that God was promising to do anything further.
The net result was, of
course, that not only did I not get the ultimate desire I was hoping to achieve
from my prayers, but it turned out that by remaining faithful to my word I
ended up in a far worse position than I would have been in had I ceased my efforts
when I knew it was hopeless.
Now here’s the
rub. The feeling of the betrayal was a
real feeling, but it was not a reasonable feeling. I could logically tell myself repeatedly all
the facts. I knew God had never promised
to give me the end result I wanted, contingent upon my following through on my
word. For that matter, the affirmation
to be faithful to my word was merely the bare minimum of what God wants us to
do anyway! In short, had I broken my
word, that itself would have been sinful, and God is not obligated to bless you
simply because in one instance you avoided sinning.
But reason doesn’t
enter into matters of the heart. I felt
pained. I felt betrayed. I felt that God was unjust.
But I still knew God was
just. And here is where this ties back
into the topic of this post. At the time
that I was struggling with this dichotomy between what I felt and what I knew,
a former friend of mine who had apostatized to atheism started to engage me in
debates on Facebook. He would
consistently make arguments about how if God existed, He would be nothing more
than a moral monster. That God was
actually evil, not good. Etc.
I engaged with this
friend by arguing from reason. I would
object to his claims by showing the flawed logical assumptions and
presuppositions underlying the claims, and how they had no teeth in an
atheistic universe. I used every bit of
my intellect to focus on the reason his claims were false.
Yet the reality was, as
soon as I hit “Submit” and turned off my computer and went to bed, my prayers
would be accusing God of the very things the atheist had accused Him of, and
which I had just spent so much time to refute.
And I was well aware that those emotions were genuinely felt, even
though irrational. I knew I had answered
all my own questions, but it wasn’t an intellectual issue. It was the emotional pain driving everything.
Why did I bother
debating my atheist friend on logical grounds when emotionally I felt the same
way he did? Because I had a duty to do so. I know that God is real and
good and just. And I know that my
emotions, while genuine emotions, are not reality, nor can they be used to
condemn God. I can’t jettison what I
know on the basis of what I feel. As a result,
I would write what I knew to be true despite how I felt.
I believe there is a
sense where some (by no means all!) of Steve’s writing was based on that same
balance sheet. That some of what he wrote
he did so because he knew it was true, and the sense of duty that compelled him
to write it was required because the reality of evil in this world had hurt him
in the same way it had hurt me.
It’s easy to throw in
the towel and let emotions rule the day.
It’s easy to vent, to rage, to cry out, to despair, to throw a tantrum
against God. It’s much harder to
acknowledge that those emotions aren’t truth, and the truth still needs to be
said.
"The heart is
deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?"
(Jeremiah 17:9).
"And you will know
the truth, and the truth will set you free" (John 8:32).
The point of this
somewhat lengthy meandering post is thus to assert a simple claim: To write the
truth despite how one feels is actually a very good thing.