“I could be wrong.”
I remember the first time I said this during a conversation with an agnostic in the Apple store. He was taken back by this. I can imagine what he was thinking, “Did a Christian just say they could be wrong?”
Yes, yes I could.
He asked me how.
I replied, “Because we have been having a conversation about the reasonableness of something. If reason is just a byproduct of evolution then logic isn’t actually the driving force behind reason – but survival is. And survival has no conscience when it comes to right thinking. So, if you are right about there not being a God (or at least not in a confirmable sense) then I could very well be wrong.”
“So you admit: you could be wrong.”
“Of course! Could you?”
And this is where we had to pause – he finally answered that he could not be wrong, but that he was glad that I was willing to admit I could be. The agnostic could not admit that he could be wrong about not knowing whether or not God existed.
But as a Christian, I have no problem admitting that all the arguments for God’s existence could very well be wrong. After years of studying, the arguments are air tight, and most of the complaints are illogical, misunderstandings, or bad tempers because of some odd reason or another.
Thats because God isn’t an idea or a concept: he’s a personal being.
I have met him, encountered him, experienced his presence, seen his unseen hand at work in the lives of those who believe and disbelieve in him. Is it because I’m looking for something there? Possibly, but again, I don’t have to worry merely about logic.
The Christian has history on their side as well.
But even after all this, I could be wrong. But I don’t think I am.
Sure, I could be mistaken. Just as much as a scientist misinterprets his findings. I could be wrong in certain Christian practices. I could discover that the Catholics were right about a matter, or that the Orthodox Church was right about another matter, or that the Protestant were wrong about another matter. I could discover that atheists were right about a thing, and I wrong; or that Hindus were on to something and I was behind the times; or that maybe the agnostics had the right idea all along.
This is the joyful burden of the Christian: it is not about being right.
It about being righteous (in right standing before God by loving God and loving my neighbor).
Sure, I wrestle with doubt often – but not about whether or not there is a God. Rather my doubts are on the arguments. Maybe I am blind because of my faith (though, no more than the atheist in their’s). Maybe logic is just a byproduct of human evolution. Maybe there are no good arguments for God’s existence.
Maybe. But I haven’t heard one yet. And until I’m convinced other wise, I’ll stick the best answers.