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Has anyone here ever intuited a lack of meaning and purpose in this universe, despite your Faith? That it’s all just cold, empty, and impersonal, despite what we believe about God?
Each human being is less than a wave, less than a drop of water, less than an H2O molecule, on this vast sea of time. There are 7 billion of us now, and there have been countless billions before and there will be countless billions after. We pass into this world and pass out of it so fast. I can’t reconcile this extreme smallness with any sense of personal meaning. I feel lost, empty, and lacking all sense of reality/connection with God.
Nothing else could have happened on Easter Sunday than that Jesus rose from death. But that was 2000 very silent years ago. Aeons. Ages. Generations upon Generations. I feel as if it has no meaning up to the present day. For me, Jesus might as well not have risen at all, because of how silent, distant, and empty God is.
Even the beautiful symbolic things of the Faith are not doing anything to bring me peace: the beautiful bookends, the fulfillment of prophecy, the miracles. Here I am, alone and afraid and confused by a Church that has failed us all by being in schism and not having the power to show what is true. The whole world just seems to be in perpetual travail and groaning and evil and sin and curse and death… with no resolution.
I feel sick in my soul and dead in my heart.
How do you survive times like these, when you’re not sure about anything?
Each human being is less than a wave, less than a drop of water, less than an H2O molecule, on this vast sea of time. There are 7 billion of us now, and there have been countless billions before and there will be countless billions after. We pass into this world and pass out of it so fast. I can’t reconcile this extreme smallness with any sense of personal meaning. I feel lost, empty, and lacking all sense of reality/connection with God.
Nothing else could have happened on Easter Sunday than that Jesus rose from death. But that was 2000 very silent years ago. Aeons. Ages. Generations upon Generations. I feel as if it has no meaning up to the present day. For me, Jesus might as well not have risen at all, because of how silent, distant, and empty God is.
Even the beautiful symbolic things of the Faith are not doing anything to bring me peace: the beautiful bookends, the fulfillment of prophecy, the miracles. Here I am, alone and afraid and confused by a Church that has failed us all by being in schism and not having the power to show what is true. The whole world just seems to be in perpetual travail and groaning and evil and sin and curse and death… with no resolution.
I feel sick in my soul and dead in my heart.
How do you survive times like these, when you’re not sure about anything?