by E.L. Savellano
“The skeptic does not mean him who doubts, but him who investigates or researches, as opposed to him who asserts and thinks that he has found.” – Carneades
I must be too dumb not to acknowledge such inadequacy and frantic bewilderment on myself when it comes to the knowledge of God. Even more so to be dormant yet believing that something I held on so securely is without reproof neither even dared to be bothered if what I profess to be true had it’s bearing on my conviction at first hand. Nor did I ever scrutinize if such belief that has been handed down to me were to be true. For only through the Holy Writ, that such grace which has been freely given, does my conviction bears such truth.
I hear Preachers herald the Word on Sundays. But I barely find people who venture to test the credence of such divine admonishing. As the Berean Jews, in the book of Acts, did search the Scripture with great eagerness and examined the Scriptures every day to see if what Paul said were true. That even more so to spur one’s curiosities towards the beauty and depth of knowing what he believes – be it sound or heretical. For that young lad who has been enamored with what a material, egotistic, consumer-driven, society has to offer, obfuscates his quest in understanding the reality of his existence. Tis amiss for that man to value life in wrong places. For life in this realm, which has been granted in all its brevity, is but a mist in the air. I dare realized that we are days older than we were; as it is acknowledged, to approach death at any moment. The anxiety of finitude echoes to what it has been taught in the Book of Hebrews, that ‘We only die once, and after that to face judgment’. O how miserable and lost is such a man if he, so scrupulously, blinded his affairs on a humdrum existence, viz. building his house on a sand, instead of a rock. So why, then, that with such a high exceedingly regard on spiritual things, that most of the time, I don’t take God seriously?