Wednesday, April 29, 2015

7) Engaging the Problem of Evil: Conclusion

I conclude with one last pastoral reflection.  The fourth paragraph up, I argued that God had to have believed that evil was worth it in order to qualify as perfect.  That argument was made on the assumption that it is, in fact, metaphysically possible for evil to outdo good in terms of worth.  I’m not so certain that this is even a metaphysical possibility.  A single shred – the tiniest grain of true joy – is worth even an infinity of evil and transgression.  If there is no good, then there can be no evil, and if there is even a shred of true good, then no amount of evil that results can overturn it.  The Psalmist seemed to express similar sentiments, “Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere” (Ps. 84:10 NIV).  C. S. Lewis, through the characters in his narrative The Great Divorce, communicates insights that are well in agreement:
And yet all loneliness, angers, hatreds, envies and itchings that [Hell] contains, if rolled into one single experience and put into the scale against the least moment of the joy that is felt by the least in Heaven, would have no weight that could be registered at all.  Bad cannot succeed even in being bad as truly as good is good.  If all Hell’s miseries together entered the consciousness of yon wee yellow bird on the bough there, they would be swallowed up without trace, as if one drop of ink had been dropped into that Great Ocean to which your terrestrial Pacific itself is only a molecule.[1]
                There is, therefore, reason for optimism.  For we are in the hands of some kind of Something which we have an idea in our minds about; something which, through our knowledge of it, allows us to discern that our world is truly fallen.  And if it is fallen, then there is a Height from which it fell.  And if there is a Height from which it fell, then we must entertain the hope of returning to that Height, or else perish in absolute despair.  Christianity presents to us a chilling story of this fall, a maddening picture of the Height from which we fell (maddening because it is so surpassingly beautiful), and a glorious hope in the Resurrection, through which we might rise up from the depths into which we have fallen through the divine enigma that is Christ.





[1] see Lewis 138-139

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