“I feel so sorry for you lot!” laughed the taxi driver. “After all your beliefs and church activities; you’ll finally find there’s nothing there!”
I laughed too. But then I began to turn the tables. “Imagine that you were right and I was deluded,” I said, “I’m still the winner! Here I am (in my delusion, according to you) convinced that all life makes sense; believing that God loves me, that Jesus is alive and has given me forgiveness, companionship and lasting purpose.
“Then,” I added, “I go confidently to my grave, believing - in my delusion – that I had established my relationship with a God-centred universe that makes sense, and that with Christ my life had service, real satisfaction and significance built into it; that I’m going to beat death and live for ever! On top of that, if you the materialist are indeed right and I am wrong, then according to your theory I would go out eventually into a blank…. and wouldn’t even have the disappointment of knowing I was deluded!”
“But you” - I said – “If I am right and YOU are wrong, you are in for the most appalling shock. Here you are, not sure what real life is all about, living off your own batteries, trying to keep your chin up in a hard, competitive world, heading towards retirement and staving off ill-health and advancing old age as best you can. Then comes the end – when you find yourself confronted by the very Person you chose to ignore all your life, and realise that everything you were – and ever lived for – was a total waste of what you were born for. ”
Our taxi drive ended cheerfully. But just imagining these things, I said, can start anyone thinking again. Anyway there’s no delusion!