John | So you believe in God? |
Mary | Yes. Of course. Can't you see him all around, in the birds and trees. Isn't it wonderful? |
John | Quite wonderful. So God is in all the natural things around, even the ground. How do I tell him apart from the natural world? Sounds like you mean God is the wonder you feel when you observe that natural world. |
Mary | No, no silly. God isn't the trees and bees. He's in them but isn't them. |
John | Rather confusing really. So if I keep investigating the universe by looking further and further inside, I will come to God. We haven't got there yet. So, in the mean time, how can you be certain he is there? |
Mary | Of course, he's not in there in a sense that science can find. He's in there sustaining the universe, beyond the reach of science. |
John | Ah, a kind of force behind everything. Still, we've found them before. Must be a matter of time before we find him. Meanwhile, how can you be certain? |
Mary | No. You've missed the point. You won't find him, because he's outside the natural universe. We can't find him with science. |
John | Oh, I see. An unknowable God outside what we know and can know. Makes it rather hard for you to know he's there. If he's unknowable, he might be anything, like a large bird or a fart from a monkey. |
Mary | Now you're just being silly. He's not either. He's God - unknowable and beyond the universe. |
John | Still, you speak so confidently. As if you do know. Rather a contradiction, don't you think? |
Mary | Not at all. God has revealed himself to me. |
John | How? |
Mary | Well, he wrote a book called the Bible. It tells me all about God. |
John | Not bad for an unknowable God. How did you know it was God writing? |
Mary | Of course it was. It says so in the book. |
John | But it might have been a clever person masquerading as God. |
Mary | It wasn't. It is inspired writing. No person could write that. |
John | How was it inspired? |
Mary | Well. It talks all about where the world comes from, who were the first people and their descendants and the wars and the travels. |
John | That's inspired? Sounds like most history books and myths written by people throughout the ages. |
Mary | No, God wrote it. In it he claims he is God. |
John | Are you sure? Don't humans claim he is God, like you are doing. |
Mary | But I know its God. |
John | How? |
Mary | God revealed himself to me. |
John | OK. What was that like? |
Mary | I had a moment of great inspiration. God said to me "I am here" |
John | Wow. That must have been exciting. How did you know it was God? |
Mary | He spoke to me. |
John | But what if it wasn't God? What if were a trick or something in your head? |
Mary | Of course I wasn't. It was God. |
John | What did he sound like? |
Mary | He didn't sound like anything. I just knew it was him. |
John | So you just recognised him? |
Mary | Yes |
John | So, you must have seen him before. |
Mary | Yes, all around me in creation. In the birds and the trees. |
i can only ever be a flea on the back of something much greater and hope that my bite is felt
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Gapfilla God
A conversation about a moving God
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