Replying to my previous post about all the wonderful people whom have been lost to the Lord recently, Laurence Boyce reminded me of a score for our side which I had completely forgotten. Jonathan Edwards- remember him? He was unique for so many reasons: a British athlete who was white, won medals and held world records and, ahem, was a devout Christian who refused to compete on a Sunday. He went on to present Songs of Praise, until suddenly resigning earlier this year. As Laurence reminds us, now his career in sport is over and he's had a moment to think about it all turns out, well, he doesn't really believe in God at all. He unloads it all in this great article in The Times. Choice quotes: “Once you start asking yourself questions like, ‘How do I really know there is a God?’ you are already on the path to unbelief” and
“If there is no God, does that mean that life has no purpose? Does it mean that personal existence ends at death? They are thoughts that do my head in." (Welcome to our world Jonathan, pull up a chair!)
His last words are priceless: "Just because something is unpalatable does not mean that it is not true.” Hossanah and amen to that. Laurence has written a great piece about Edwards on Facebook which, if you dare to risk signing up and being contacted by all the people you have spent most of your life avoiding, I urge you to read.