Where is God, are we deceived? (another potential Title)
Of what firm ground do we believe? (another potential Title)
God, a wonderful antidote for our deepest (albiet unreasonable) fears. (yet another potential Title)
Please let me explain. From the bottom of my heart (whether God given or nothing more then a biological blob) I ponder these questions. More then ponder these questions I distress over them. If there is no supreme being, never mind the God of the Holy Trinity, we’d simply live the lives we have, in all it’s realism, to the best of our ability. If that included distress over the realization that life was limited and essentially terminal, at least suicide may be an option. Distressing thought certainly, but constantly wonder whether there is in fact a Christian God, is no less distressing.
I have over 1000 posts, plain to see. Please don’t take me as a novice agnostic who is having doubts.
I love the idea of Love. I love the story the Gospel tells. I see and witness the glorious nature of the revealed God. I marvel over the story that is told from Genesis through Revelation. I ponder over how the continuity of the story can be such that it tells a story. I see the Truth in the teaching of the Catholic Church.
I also see excuses being made for prayer of which the answer is no. I also ponder over excuses made for horrendous suffering of good people in the world. I also see excuses made for God’s apparent disappearance in desperate times of need.
I also see a world divided, billions of people believing in one truth and billions of people believeing in another. Both parties believeing pride to be a catalyst to sin yet insisting they hold the truth. This is certainly a paradox in itself.
I have read C.S.Lewis and fell in love what he spoke of in “Mere Christianity”. G.K. Chesterton can be about as convincing about the reality of Christianity as Einstein, about the speed of light.
We cherish the concept of humilty and hinge our faith on it’s concept. We cherish the idea of God and hinge our hope on His existence. But aren’t these two things potentially contradicting?
If we beleive in God because we humble ourselves to the marvel around us, then why can’t we not believe in God because we humble ourselves to the marvel around us? If our minds are too immature, too small to fully understand our own nature and the nature around us, how does that prove a higher power? It only proves we are incapable.
Why is it not that we, as optimistic beings, didn’t simply, over time, systematically and creatively (yet unintentially) create the full story of the revelation of God simply by the accidents of a great deal of time, and our optimistic (and possibly fearful) nature?
Why!, if God is witness to my doubt and pain (and says no to my very infrequent and personal prayer) allows me to doubt Him?
Our God (frankly) seems to have cruel tendencies. Believeing God cannot be cruel, is a very significant data point in that the God of which we proudly profess to believe, does not exist as we believe Him to.