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The God Who is There

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Edited by Jim McCrory, Monday 10 November 2025 at 06:22

Christianity is not just a series of truths in the plural, but Truth spelled with a capital ‘T’—truth about total reality, not just about religious things.

  — Francis Schaeffer, The God Who Is There

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The God Who is There

I was just entering my teens when the hippie movement swept into town. I began to hear strange new phrases — “Make love, not war,” “Back to the land,” “Free love.” I didn’t yet have the understanding to grasp what was really happening, but I sensed that the world was shifting, and beneath the colour and music, I felt a quiet despair. People were reaching for something, freedom, meaning, transcendence, yet finding only confusion in their search.

It was into this restless period, before and beyond that world that Francis Schaeffer spoke. When he first published The God Who Is There in 1968, the cultural ground was already trembling with revolt, doubt, and disillusionment — the aftermath of two world wars, the rise of existentialism, and the dawning of a post-Christian West. I was still in school when it appeared and I am just reading the book now, and though its language was aimed at the intellectuals of its time, its message has proven strikingly prophetic. Schaeffer’s book has not simply survived the passing decades; it has continued to interpret them. His analysis of truth, meaning, and the human condition speaks with a relevance that modern readers cannot easily ignore.

At the heart of Schaeffer’s argument lies a concern that Western civilization has crossed what he famously called the “line of despair.” By this he meant that modern thought had abandoned the idea of absolute truth; truth that exists independently of our opinions and emotions. Beginning with philosophers like Hegel and Kierkegaard, Schaeffer traces a slow but decisive shift: reason and revelation were separated, faith became detached from fact, and knowledge itself became fragmented. What was once a unified worldview rooted in the reality of a personal God had broken apart into pieces. For Schaeffer, this wasn’t a purely intellectual tragedy; it was a human one. The denial of truth leads inevitably to despair, because without a foundation, meaning and morality collapse. People may still talk about love, purpose, or beauty, but those words lose their coherence when detached from the reality of a Creator who defines them.

To make this change visible, Schaeffer introduced his memorable image of the two-story universe. In the lower story, modern people retain what can be evaluated by science — the realm of facts and reason. In the upper story, they place things like faith, morals, and meaning — matters that, they claim, cannot be known but only “believed.” This division, Schaeffer argued, results in an incoherent existence. Faith becomes a blind leap into the dark, not an encounter with reality. In such a divided world, people live paradoxical  lives: rational in one area, irrational in another. Schaeffer saw this not only in philosophy but in art, music, and literature. Picasso’s distorted figures, Beckett’s absurd plays, and Sartre’s existential novels all testify to the same loss — the abandonment of unity and purpose. Culture, for Schaeffer, is the mirror of philosophy. It reveals what a society genuinely believes about the world and about itself.

What makes The God Who Is There prophetic is not only its diagnosis but its accuracy. Schaeffer wrote before the full flowering of postmodernism, yet he foresaw its contours with remarkable precision. Today, when truth is often treated as personal preference and moral boundaries are considered oppressive, his warnings seem almost clairvoyant. He understood that the denial of truth would not produce freedom but fragmentation, not enlightenment, but loneliness. Schaeffer’s analysis anticipated a time when people would feel alienated not only from God but from themselves as they sojourned as restless wanderers in a world stripped of meaning. In this sense, The God Who Is There is not merely a book of apologetics but a work of cultural prophecy.

Despite his intellectual rigor, Schaeffer’s tone is never cold. His critique of modern thought is driven by compassion. He writes as one who has looked into the abyss of meaninglessness and found, not despair, but the steady presence of the living God. “He is there,” Schaeffer insists, “and He is not silent.” This simple affirmation grounds his entire worldview. God has spoken — in creation, in Scripture, and ultimately in Jesus Christ. Truth is not an abstract concept but a Person who entered history. Because God is both real and communicative, knowledge is possible. Meaning is possible. Love is possible. Christianity, for Schaeffer, is not a blind leap but a coherent and comprehensive explanation of reality — the only one that fits the world as it actually is.

Reading The God Who Is There today, feels like hearing an echo that has grown louder with the years. The cultural fragmentation Schaeffer described has deepened, but so too has the hunger for what he proclaimed: a truth that unites heart and mind, a faith that makes sense of both the cosmos and the soul. His invitation is as relevant now as it was then — to cross back over the line of despair and rediscover the God who is not silent. Schaeffer’s book stands, therefore, not only as a defence of Christianity but as a call to intellectual and spiritual integrity. It reminds us that reality has structure, that truth is not a relic of the past, and that hope is grounded in something more solid than shifting opinion. It is, in every sense, a prophetic voice still calling out in the wilderness of modern doubt.

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness.”

                                                               Isaiah 5:20 (ESV)

 

Francis A. Schaeffer, The God Who Is There (Downers Grove, IL: InterVarsity Press, 1968).

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They Tell Me This is the Age of Enlightenment

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Edited by Jim McCrory, Saturday 25 October 2025 at 10:05

 

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They Tell Me This is the Age of Enlightenment. 

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil”

 They tell me this is the age of enlightenment. We are wise now, liberated, informed. Yet every morning as I walk to my local  graveyard for some solitude  in the stillness of early morning, I see a giant skeleton waving from a garden. At my dentist’s surgery, bats hang from the ceiling. In the supermarket, entire aisles are devoted to gruesome masks, witches’ faces, sinister pumpkins, and plastic wands. Children’s books are filled with demons and darkness, and before long, local children—dressed as everything evil—will come knocking at my door, expecting a few coins for their imitation of hell.

We congratulate ourselves on our sophistication, our modernity, our progress. But there’s something more sinister happening, something spiritual, that most are unaware of. Politicians, civil servants, and pressure groups are steadily eroding Christianity from public life. The rights of believers—to speak, to teach, even to pray—are being diluted or dismissed. Christians are mocked, beaten, and silenced for preaching a gospel that once shaped the very laws we now use to prosecute them.

This UK and Europe in the age of  enlightenment.

I recall a scene from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Judge Claude Frollo, that self-righteous villain, stands in the cathedral, gazing into the fire as he sings of sin and desire. The animation is stunning, the music haunting—but what lingers is its surrender to darkness. It is not that it lacked truth, but that it mistook torment for depth. Evil is presented as complexity, while goodness is dismissed as naivety.

Why, I wonder, do we glorify the grotesque? What strange thrill do we find in the demonic, the deranged, the depraved? As a teenager, I saw a film about the occult before I became a Christian. When I left the cinema, I felt something unclean, as though the images had left a residue on the soul. Half a century later, they remain vivid. That’s the power of darkness—it imprints, it infects.

Even travel documentaries do it. A village is introduced not through its music or laughter or harvest, but through its masks and rituals of fear. The macabre becomes the measure of authenticity, while goodness is treated as shallow or sentimental. Who decided that the grotesque was more “real” than the gentle, the spiritual, the good?

Perhaps evil shocks us, and shock, in a numb culture, feels like truth. Or maybe we’ve lost our belief in goodness altogether. We treat it like a fairy tale for children, while evil is seen as sophisticated, intellectual, and brave.

But there is nothing enlightened about darkness.

C.S. Lewis observed that evil is always parasitic. It has no life of its own. It feeds on what is good, twisting and deforming it. That’s why evil is so theatrical; it must draw attention to itself because it has no substance apart from what it corrupts. The Devil is in the details, indeed.

Evil is not just cruelty. hatred or violence; it is the rejection of love. Sometimes it is loud and brutal. Sometimes it is quiet and respectable—the slow erosion of compassion, the polite muting of conscience. Something eroding from within.

And yet, in every age, there are those who quietly defy this darkness—not with slogans, but with service. Christians who visit prisons, feed the hungry, clothe the poor, and walk through city streets at night to find the forgotten. Those who build medical missions, pay their taxes honestly, keep their vows, and raise their families in truth. Those who forgive. Who show mercy. Who do not make a spectacle of their virtue but live it faithfully, like candlelight in a world of neon.

These are the truly enlightened.

They are mocked by those who claim to be progressive, dismissed by intellectuals who call faith superstition. But tell me—what is rational about tearing down the very foundations that once held society upright? What wisdom is there in teaching children to laugh at evil and scoff at holiness?

A culture that cannot tell the difference between light and darkness is not enlightened; it is blind.

As a writer, I try to write about what is good and has human value. Not because I am naïve or blind to suffering—on the contrary, I see it too clearly. But goodness needs a louder voice. Evil already has a press team with global reach. The grotesque has a marketing department; goodness must rely on word of mouth.

Why write about what is good? Because the world is starving for it. Beauty restores the soul. Kindness is radical. Joy is courageous. When I write about forgiveness, or a gentle act, or grace breaking through despair, I am not ignoring the shadows—I am defying them.

 

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil,
who put darkness for light and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!”

Isaiah 5:20

 

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