Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: “I seek God! I seek God!”—As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated?—Thus they yelled and laughed
The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. “Whither is God?” he cried; “I will tell you. We have killed him—you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.
“How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us—for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto.”
Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. “I have come too early,” he said then; “my time is not yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light of the stars requires time; deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than most distant stars—and yet they have done it themselves.
It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but: “What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?”
Source: Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science (1882, 1887) para. 125
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This past November the Nelson family welcomed our 4th member, a beautiful baby boy named Nehemiah. It was a crazy time in our family as we began trying to switch from 1 child to 2 and balance the oncoming finals for my last semester at Midwestern. Honestly, we could have planned it better but our Father provided immensely in that time.
Dr. Joseph M. Stowell III, D.D. is best known for his long-standing presidency at Moody Bible Institute in Chicago, Illinois where he served from 1987 – 2005. Currently Dr. Stowell serves as the president of Cornerstone University where he began his current tenure on February 1, 2008. Prior to accepting the presidency at Cornerstone University, he also served as a Teaching Pastor at Harvest Bible Chapel in Elgin, Illinois. Additionally, he continues to serve on the Board of the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association and works with RBC (Radio Bible Class) Ministries in Grand Rapids, partnering in media productions. As of 2010 Dr. Stowell has written over 20 Christian books and is an outspoken advocate for evangelicals worldwide. Dr. Stowell received a Master of Theology. in New Testament studies from Dallas Theological Seminary and an honorary doctorate of divinity degree from Master’s College. He completed his undergraduate work as an English literature major at Cedarville University in Cedarville, Ohio. Amongst all of the honors and achievements Dr. Stowell is first and foremost a faithful Christ follower, husband, father, and grandfather.
Over and over I run into this scenario. The other night I was leaving work and while walking out through the security door I noticed something. A small cricket was jumping up and hitting the door, repeatedly. I stopped for a second and looked at the situation and decided that someone after me would kill this bug so I decided to just help him out. I walked over to the door that lead to the outside and opened it. As I opened the door the funniest thing happened… the cricket jumped the other way! “Seriously!”, I said out loud and watched the scared creature bound away, I was confused. So I tried to pursue it and I honestly must have looked like an idiot, i mean a 250lb man chasing a fingernail sized creature trying to do what is best for it. Finally, I caught the little booger and carried him outside and released it. Did I get a thank you? Ha, nope! Actually, if it would have spoken I would have freaked out but I watch this scene happen over and over with bugs in all situations. We’ve all tried to let the stupid buzzing fly out the window of your car while driving only to have it fly at you