In attacking Christianity, Nietzsche suggested there is no such thing as “faith,” there is only instinct which Christians cover up as “faith.” For instance, a man decides in his own heart what he should do, prays that God will make it so, and then calls this “faith.”
It was an unfortunate experience to read this and realize that Nietzsche, the Christian-hating nihilist, had defined me so well.
So, really, how faithful are we? How much do we “faithfully” rearrange our lives to fall under God’s plan rather than our own instincts? On the other hand, how often do we presume, practically expect, God will join us on our own quest for success, bless all we touch like Midas, and keep us comfy along the way. He’s little more than a Christian’s Dionysus.
Makes it convenient, huh? Especially when we act so ungodly about our failures and never praise Him for accomplishments.

Here’s what I mean by that: I think we best demonstrate our trust in God and our obedience to his guidance in our attitudes, actions, and the kinds of plans we make. This means that we always filter ourselves through the Word of God irrespective of failure and success. We always align ourselves with his character. We always praise Him. We always live in love. We always exude patience. We always remember that we are citizens of a kingdom, a kingdom whose concerns, intentions, and agenda in no way match the frantic busyness of our American Dream consumerism.
I was thinking about all this because I recently stumbled across an old favorite of mine in the scriptures -
Proverbs 19:3
“A man’s own folly ruins his life, yet his heart rages against the LORD.”
Do you ever feel as though you’re always blaming God for the tragedies and never praising him for the gifts? What if it was ME who made the tragedy by my own folly and a bit of wisdom would have transformed the whole situation (or at least wisdom might have transformed the way I perceived the situation).
Sadly, we so easily drift from God when the sly waters of our lives unmoor us from godliness and redirect our course to some chaotic sea, and only then do we cry out.
Often, when my life has been so cast aside I do return to God, but I return angry, embittered, disillusioned, undone and messy. He, the gracious one, so kindly ties me back together and reminds me that he is the single rock, the single fixed point that never falters.
Let me know what you think about this – agree/disagree/why
And then Jesus says to him what must have been the most discouraging prophesy ever given a man, “Will you really lay down your life for me? I tell you the truth, before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times!”