Millpond Ink Musing – Much of It is Wishful Thinking

God’s will be done; not wish. If God wished, as some define His will to exist in their personal and daily practice of willful sin, then God is no longer the God of the Bible. In that case, God is subjugated to the will of men by conferring to men the fulfillment of His wishes. What is worse, men would fulfill what they supposed that God wished for based on their own private interpretation of Scripture; thus allowing whatever behavior to be sanctified in man’s own eyes. We find that to be the case every day in man’s; what I now will call his… wishful thinking?

Not to engage in a theological debate on the matter, but consider the Arminian argument that man chooses whether to believe in Christ or not based on their free will. If that is true, then God sent His Son to die on the cross without any expectation that any would be saved. He did so only to wish that some men will believe in Him; perhaps out of some sympathy for the manner of His death; not the necessity of it to redeem the fallen. However, I suppose another could argue that God hedged His bet by seeing that some would fulfill His wishes after looking down the corridor of time and saw that some men would believe. The question then would be not if the blood of Christ was sufficient, but was the number of those who believed sufficient for God to pay the price of Christ’s blood. Of course, then, how could Scripture be right when we were told that none seek Him; no, not one? Oh well, I suppose we could assume the universalist view and believe that all men are saved, regardless of whether they believe or not; or if they even knew of God for that matter. The universalist view, however, strikes me as a cosmic game of ‘Hide and Go Seek.’ God finds none and then cries out, ‘Olly olly oxen free!’ where no one is brought in kicking against the goads.

Naw… I’m sorry, I can’t go for that. It’s not my will or wish, but Thy will be done, Oh God and that from lasting to everlasting and that to your glory!

Frankly, Papa, it seems that I’m just here living in a seeming world of well wishers and the coin they’re flipping into that well? Caesars. For every man, who lives unto himself, is his own Caesar.

Signed,
Your adopted son.