One great evidence of the lostness of mankind is that people rarely look up from their daily lives to ask, “Where is all this headed? What is out there? Where are we going?”
I sit on my deck and watch the birds swarm around my feeders. I keep them stocked and am delighted the birds love what I provide. But never once has a bird looked up to indicate an appreciation for my efforts. They are so like people it’s not funny. We take everything for granted.
In a 1965 sermon, Billy Graham tells of the time when Robert Ingersoll, well-known atheist of the 19th century, was addressing an audience in a small town in New York. The orator forcefully laid out his doubts concerning a future judgement and the reality of hell.
At the conclusion, a drunk stood up in the back of the room, and said through slurred speech, “I sure hope you’re right, Brother Bob. I’m counting on that!”