I love my professors. They send me on my merry way off to Thanksgiving break, and then say, "By the way, here's your homework due when you get back--would you like a wheelbarrow for that?" Ah yes. I think I'll give them each an apple. Poisoned.

Today I wrote five...no, six.1-2 page papers for my World Music Appreciation class. Yesterday I wrote two, and worked on about a third of my theory homework. Tomorrow I have to finish up my last paper, write up my final project, finish up a few hours worth of theory, and prepare for a final exam on Monday. And call a few people regarding an ensemble I have to put together and make sure everyone can be at for another of my classes.

Would somebody please shoot me? Not fatally, but just badly enough that I'll be able to rest peacefully in the hospital for the next three months. Thanks.

I’ve been talking with a girl in one of my classes whom I’d like to help, but I don’t seem to be able to. And the reason I can’t help her is that she’s a victim of a society that has lost its ability to reason. Ravi Zacharias, an evangelist I respect very much, addresses this societal disease in a weekly radio broadcast entitled “Let My People Think”. He has it right, because if this people were allowed to think, they would be able to break out of the meaningless material rut that this world runs in—even able to break out of that dangerous spiritual rut called Tolerance.

That’s the rut this girl is in. She’s bought into the lie that Tolerance is the be-all and end-all of religion. She can’t conceive of a God who would be so intolerant as to send people to hell for believing in Muhammed as well as Jesus, and so she has to accept all religions as equally valid. And she can’t even see the most basic problem with that, which is that religions that contradict each other can’t all be true. The way she avoids this is simple: the Multiplicity of Truth. Truth is not Truth, truth is your truth, and my truth, and Bob’s truth, but all truth and all equally valid. So the sky may be blue for me, and gravity may be true for me, but when I try to force “my” truth on others, I miss the point of the thing.

Not so very long ago, this kind of unreason would be unthinkable in any educated person. Now we’re taught it in our universities.

I’m not really surprised that some people out there advocate illogical creeds like Tolerance, but I am (perhaps wrongly) surprised that so many people can fall for it. Like this girl, a student at a public university, and a pleasant, intelligent person—but believing wholeheartedly that religion necessitates leaving Reason at the door.

I’m left at a loss. How does one combat such a disease? If a person admits the necessity of Reason, you can help him reason his way to the truth. But if Reason itself is thrown out—what then? If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

I think the only answer is the Holy Spirit working through His Word. The Word of God is a double-edged sword, and I shouldn’t be considering it as my weapon of last resort. What I can’t do, God can do. This girl doesn't need to hear me, she needs to hear what God says about the belief that all roads lead to Him. I read it only this morning:

Enter through the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the way is broad that leads to destruction, and there are many who enter through it.
But the gate is small and the way is narrow that leads to life, and there are few who find it.