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Have you ever seen the movie “The Seventh Seal”, by Ingmar Bergman?
The confession seen in the movie has echoed my core frustration with belief in God for the past 30 years. Am I too arrogant? Too analytical? There is a constant battle within me between metaphysical naturalism and some wish/desire that there is more. I WANT to believe, but also want to see, and put my hand into Jesus’ wounds, as did Thomas. But I cannot. I thought I was back to my cradle Catholic faith a few years back, but have fallen back into my almost lifelong agnosticism.
youtube.com/watch?v=nT2qRdffNik
Priest/Death: What are you waiting for?
Block: Knowledge.
Priest/Death: You want a guarantee.
Block: Call it what you will.
Block: Is it so hard to conceive God with one’s senses? Why must He hide in a midst of vague promises and invisible miracles? How are we to believe the believers when we don’t believe ourselves? What will become of us who want to believe but cannot? And what of those who neither will nor can believe? Why can I not kill God within me? Why does He go on living in a painful, humiliating way? I want to tear Him out of my heart, but He remains a mocking reality which I cannot get rid of. Do you hear me?
Priest/Death: I hear you.
Block: I want knowledge. Not belief. Not surmise. But knowledge. I want God to put out His hand, show His face, speak to me.
Priest/Death: But He is silent.
Block: I cry to Him in the dark, but there seems to be no one there.
Priest/Death: Perhaps there is no one there.
The confession seen in the movie has echoed my core frustration with belief in God for the past 30 years. Am I too arrogant? Too analytical? There is a constant battle within me between metaphysical naturalism and some wish/desire that there is more. I WANT to believe, but also want to see, and put my hand into Jesus’ wounds, as did Thomas. But I cannot. I thought I was back to my cradle Catholic faith a few years back, but have fallen back into my almost lifelong agnosticism.
youtube.com/watch?v=nT2qRdffNik
Priest/Death: What are you waiting for?
Block: Knowledge.
Priest/Death: You want a guarantee.
Block: Call it what you will.
Block: Is it so hard to conceive God with one’s senses? Why must He hide in a midst of vague promises and invisible miracles? How are we to believe the believers when we don’t believe ourselves? What will become of us who want to believe but cannot? And what of those who neither will nor can believe? Why can I not kill God within me? Why does He go on living in a painful, humiliating way? I want to tear Him out of my heart, but He remains a mocking reality which I cannot get rid of. Do you hear me?
Priest/Death: I hear you.
Block: I want knowledge. Not belief. Not surmise. But knowledge. I want God to put out His hand, show His face, speak to me.
Priest/Death: But He is silent.
Block: I cry to Him in the dark, but there seems to be no one there.
Priest/Death: Perhaps there is no one there.