Either there is a God given point to life...or this isn't a point.
That is what is on my mind right now. I don't see a way around it. I've looked at other alternatives, none of them satisfy. Cheap glitz and glam is what I would have to settle for to ignore this revelation. I am not willing to settle for some old or fashionable answer. I want the truth.
And the truth once you get a glipse of it, is a difficult thing to get around, no matter how unpopular or not in vogue it is. Part of me wants to go back to ignorance...because well, it seems like there were more people to talk to there. In a child like sense it was more 'care-free' overall. Certainly there were dark moments of unresolvable dread, fear and anxiety...but those moments were easier to ignore and distract myself from than this tenacious truth.
For all its consequences, feeling like a freak, alienated etc., the truth is mercifully a beautiful thing, filled with enormous hope. It makes the world, the universe, my, our existence... so much better. I can't think of a much better way to put it then, there is hope beyond the grave! There is life after death. Real life. What God intended and wanted, but that we so terribly throw away and reject. It seems like a myth, but it's a real one. The story of the prodigal son is true for all of us. It is the real human story, that is why our arts and stories are filled with the same theme. Luke 15: 11-32 look it up.
Life is such a beautiful gift.
And it was never meant to just start and end in dust. It is intended to be a ever increasing, ever joyful, never ending story. But it has to start with God.
If it doesn't start with God, think about what that means. Really. Are you okay with made up answers? Assuming in your own limited judgement that you are just good enough compared to the next guy or gal, that you will just take your chances with whatever may come? I think that's a dangerous gamble.
There are real answers, and thank God they are far better then we mere humans could ever hope for.
I think C.S. Lewis figured it out- An excerpt from Mere Christianity.
All I am doing is to ask people to face the facts--to understand the questions which Christianity claims to answer. And they are very terrifying facts. I wish it was possible to say something more agreeable. But I must say what I think true. Of course, I quite agree that the Christian religion is, in the long run, a thing of unspeakable comfort. But it does not begin in comfort; it begins in the dismay I have been describing, and it is no use at all trying to go on to that comfort without first going through that dismay. In religion, as in war and everything else, comfort is the one thing you cannot get by looking for it. If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end: if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth--only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin with and, in the end, despair. Most of us have got over the pre-war wishful thinking about international politics. It is time we did the same about religion.
That is what is on my mind right now. I don't see a way around it. I've looked at other alternatives, none of them satisfy. Cheap glitz and glam is what I would have to settle for to ignore this revelation. I am not willing to settle for some old or fashionable answer. I want the truth.
And the truth once you get a glipse of it, is a difficult thing to get around, no matter how unpopular or not in vogue it is. Part of me wants to go back to ignorance...because well, it seems like there were more people to talk to there. In a child like sense it was more 'care-free' overall. Certainly there were dark moments of unresolvable dread, fear and anxiety...but those moments were easier to ignore and distract myself from than this tenacious truth.
For all its consequences, feeling like a freak, alienated etc., the truth is mercifully a beautiful thing, filled with enormous hope. It makes the world, the universe, my, our existence... so much better. I can't think of a much better way to put it then, there is hope beyond the grave! There is life after death. Real life. What God intended and wanted, but that we so terribly throw away and reject. It seems like a myth, but it's a real one. The story of the prodigal son is true for all of us. It is the real human story, that is why our arts and stories are filled with the same theme. Luke 15: 11-32 look it up.
Life is such a beautiful gift.
And it was never meant to just start and end in dust. It is intended to be a ever increasing, ever joyful, never ending story. But it has to start with God.
If it doesn't start with God, think about what that means. Really. Are you okay with made up answers? Assuming in your own limited judgement that you are just good enough compared to the next guy or gal, that you will just take your chances with whatever may come? I think that's a dangerous gamble.
There are real answers, and thank God they are far better then we mere humans could ever hope for.
I think C.S. Lewis figured it out- An excerpt from Mere Christianity.
All I am doing is to ask people to face the facts--to understand the questions which Christianity claims to answer. And they are very terrifying facts. I wish it was possible to say something more agreeable. But I must say what I think true. Of course, I quite agree that the Christian religion is, in the long run, a thing of unspeakable comfort. But it does not begin in comfort; it begins in the dismay I have been describing, and it is no use at all trying to go on to that comfort without first going through that dismay. In religion, as in war and everything else, comfort is the one thing you cannot get by looking for it. If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end: if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth--only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin with and, in the end, despair. Most of us have got over the pre-war wishful thinking about international politics. It is time we did the same about religion.
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