There are many circumstances in life to which the proper response is cynicism—questioning disbelief. Easy examples are telemarketers, politics and Internet pop-ups that say "You Are a Lucky Winner." All may be treated with justifiable suspicion. However, it would be a mistake to conclude that cynicism is an appropriate way of life. It’s a mistake to apply it like a fix-all, a magic bandage for all wounds, a good approach to every question. Unfortunately, our culture’s prevailing mood tends to lean this way. We have a jaded tendency toward suspicion. This often leads us to superficially label things and then dismiss them.

The old straw man approach, the ad hominem attack, is a favourite in the arsenal of modern man. Just turn on the TV and watch various talking heads deride their opponents, avoiding an honest assessment of the opposing arguments. (Of course, as most of us would admit, it is fun sometimes.) As a good friend of mine once said, tongue-in-cheek, "I prefer to go through life bashing anything I don’t understand." I guess there is a certain confidence that comes from knowing that you are "prepared" for whatever confusion you may encounter.

Nonetheless, becoming a default cynic will not make you a person for all seasons. Rather, it will make you a person incapable of enjoying any of them. We all know that some things in life are not what they seem. But that doesn’t mean that nothing will deliver. There are sources of joy that don’t disappoint, namely those rooted in Christ. The gifts He passes down are lasting and authentic: spiritual rebirth, life change and foremost of all, Himself. We trivialize such a God, and such gifts, at our peril. Sneer at the shocking joy of Jesus’ presence (Psalm 16), and the joke’s on you. Laugh at His devastating ability to cleanse hearts, and you walk away full of spiritual rubbish.

Sceptics, deconstructionists and dry thinkers may chalk up a lot of verbal points, but they are often bankrupt in the joy category. As Darwin wrote for his children, near the end of his life:

Up to the age of 30 or beyond it, poetry of many kinds … gave me great pleasure … formerly pictures gave me considerable, and music very great, delight. But now for many years I cannot endure a line of poetry … I have also lost any taste for pictures or music … My mind seems to have become a kind of machine for grinding general laws out of large collections of facts, but why this should have caused the atrophy of that part of the brain alone, on which the higher tastes depend, I cannot conceive… The loss of these tastes is a loss of happiness …

This is a sad reduction of life. But scientists aren’t the only ones susceptible to this trap. Today, a cynical approach to life may have the same results, stripping God-given pleasures (like the created order) of their intended joy. Our minds may also "atrophy," reducing a potentially vibrant relationship with Jesus to empty god-talk. And consider this: Unlike many people today, Darwin did not pursue cynicism for its own sake, neither as a trend or a medication. What are our chances at a fulfilling life if we willingly pick it up "for laughs?" A been-there-done-that persona has a way of killing gratitude, novelty and wonder.

So exert cynicism wisely. Apply it when necessary, as a safeguard, not as a modus operandi. Some assertions may as well be believed, or at least entertained, until proven false. There’s an old adage, based roughly on Paul’s words (1 Corinthians 13:7) that seems fitting here: Believe the best. Don’t take this superficially. Instead, look carefully for the highest promises revealed in life. I call upon the much over quoted C.S. Lewis to frame this reality, Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. Cynics find it hard to swallow miracles, and perhaps it’s because their vision is set too low to comprehend God’s amazing grace. Don’t let a cynical nature hold you back: sometimes the best things in life are also true.