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Navigating Nuances

Religious or otherwise, all men possess an inherent moral compass. A conscience that either accuses or defends within them.

However, possessing a compass is not the only prerequisite to morality. 

To be truly moral, one must have confidence that their compass points true, and then, by virtue of trust, let it lead them.

I've read that magnetic compasses are easily offset by local magnetic fields, and that these nuances of deviation have lost many a man to sea. Thankfully, this interference can be neutralised by placing correcting magnets around the compass.

Analogously, the Bible tells us that we live in a morally hazardous world, where man's fallen nature interferes with his moral compass tempting deviance from what is good in Gods sight; and many a man has been lost due to it. However, to neutralise this influence, God has made provision through Christ, and his word. Together they become, for us, the correcting magnets for our moral compass.

Many cite the evil they see in the world around them as good enough cause for rejecting of God. 

However, renouncing God only adds to the problem of immorality, not detract from it. For in discarding an absolute moral lawgiver, we discard his correcting influence in our lives; those nuances of deviation between reaching safe harbour and losing our way.

Without Gods corrective influence over us, everyone is left with only their own compass, and no way to tell if it works any more accurately then anyone else's, or how to fix it if we suspect its failing.

What gives you confidence regarding your moral compass?
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