So I see Bill Maher has released his film — let’s not dignify it by calling it a documentary — “Religulous,” poking fun at faith, which seems to be his shtick lately. Mostly he’s poking fun at Christianity, rather than Judaism or Islam — possibly because it’s politically correct to laugh at Christians but not at other faiths.
It’s intellectually cheap to make fun of the other side’s position without seriously addressing its arguments, and since that’s where Maher has gone, I don’t intend to fight fire with fire.
But it might be helpful to note that Maher’s disbelief, and his idea that it’s simply irrational and ridiculous to believe in anything, is itself a faith position — a belief. It’s a presupposition, something that can’t be proven, that’s part of Maher’s Weltenschaaung — worldview.
I can’t prove God exists. Maher can’t prove he doesn’t.
I can’t prove there’s anything beyond this material world. Maher can’t prove there isn’t.
We’re each operating from the presuppositions of our respective worldviews.
For self-described agnostic Maher, and some of the other prominent “New Atheists” out there, the problem really isn’t irrationality. Christians throughout the last two millennia have presented rational arguments and evidence for faith (e.g. Aquinas, Lewis, Zacarias).
The problem, as even Richard Dawkins has conceded, is that they don’t WANT to believe.
Because if you accept the existence of a transcendent God who created everything — including you — that has implications for your life. It means you need to accept that you are not the god of your own life; that you are a creature who is accountable to its Creator; that you need to submit to the will of that Creator.
That refusal to bend the knee to God has been humankind’s problem since the beginning, or almost the beginning, anyway. There’s nothing original about Maher, or Dawkins, or the rest.
But God loves Bill Maher and Richard Dawkins just as much as he loves me. Maybe someday they will find that out. I was once — sort of — one of them. And that’s what happened to me.
In the end, it’s the relentless, extravagant love of God that is incredible, and that blows away disbelief.
(And if you’d like to read a good critique of the Gray Lady’s coverage of Maher’s film, check this.)











