Faith and reason are not cosmic foes fighting on behalf of God and Satan,
respectively. That is as idiotic a parody as the parody of faith itself in which
it is naive assent to patently false propositions, a la “believin’ what ain’t
so”. C. S. Lewis once called faith “the art of holding on to things your
reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods” (Mere
Christianity). It is a kind of trust that endures through the tumultuous and
fickle emotional roller coaster of life. It is the “substance of things hoped
for” ( Heb.
11:1) where “hope” is understood in the biblical sense of being
tethered to something solid but beyond your immediate vision or grasp, not mere
“wishing” or escapism.