The crime of unbelief
A courtroom scene. On the bench is the supreme Judge of the land. His seat is as a throne, high and lifted up, and his robe seems to fill all of space1. In front of him stand the day’s appointments…the souls of the recently departed. He calls for the next defendant.
The bailiff, quite unlike any that these defendants have ever seen, is glorious in light and fearsome in authority.2 “Professor Lawrence Maxwell Krauss!” he thunders.
With great and terrible trepidation a meek, ashen-faced figure of a man steps forward. He carefully avoids the gaze of the mighty Magistrate, vainly attempting a posture that communicates submission with a touch of superiority.
The Judge, whose voice and countenance communicate unapproachable superiority with more than a touch of compassion, addresses the hapless defendant. “Dr. Krauss. Larry.” Hearing the Mighty One call him by name, similarly to how he had often heard it in dreams that would frighten him awake shaking and perspiring, Krauss finally looked up. And there he was…the one he had for so long refused to acknowledge.
“Larry. Why? Why did you reject what your great learning revealed of me? Why did you close your eyes to the signs and the evidences? Why did you choose to overlook my fingerprints?”
Some of the waiting defendants snickered and others hung their heads in shame. But they all knew they too would need to answer. The once-great physicist, hoping against hope that he still had a chance, timidly yet arrogantly replied, “It wasn’t enough!”
A hush fell over the courtroom as the gravity of the scientist’s audacity and the sure finality of his impending fate sobered the already heavy proceedings like a death knell. And the always-greatest Judge, shaking his head said, “Ah, yes. Your friend Mr. Russell tried that one also. The evidence is more than enough for all who humble themselves, Lawrence. Many with your knowledge and stature are now resting in the joy and peace of my Kingdom. The problem is not a lack of evidence. The problem is pride.”
As the towering and fearsome officers of the court took hold of the defendant, the Judge addressed him one last time. “There is no joy nor peace where you are going, Lawrence, and I take no pleasure in sending you there. But you give me no choice. At least you and Bertrand will have much to talk about.” And with an almost imperceptible nod to the officers, the defendant was dispatched to his eternal confinement.
I’m sure Dr. Krauss would get a good laugh from my little supernatural, sentencing scenario. As would my atheist readers. But laugh it off though they may, this is what we’re talking about when we debate the evidence for the existence of God. If it is true, as we theists believe, that there is a God who will hold us accountable for how we respond to his revelation of himself, then something akin to this courtroom scene is in every atheist’s future. And I present it not in any way to ridicule Dr. Krauss or others who reject God, but to warn them.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I am praying for Lawrence Krauss…that God will mercifully and powerfully convict him of his sin and his precarious position as an ardent anti-theist. That he will be clearly confronted with the realization that he is a condemned man with no recourse but to fall on the mercy of the Court. Because being convicted in this life is infinitely, eternally, unfathomably better than being convicted in the next.1 Isaiah 6:1 2 Revelation 18:1