My God Cares Too Much To Say
Living in a physical world where there are 2 mutually exclusive worlds – you are either one or the other; if you’re not my friend, you’re my enemy; you have to choose one and lose the other. French philosopher and writer Voltaire pioneered in such thought: “… If this is best of possible worlds… all is for the best…” (Though the Bible totally preceded him and stated this upon the existence of mankind.)
It is impossible to oscillate between the 2 worlds. Louie, perceived as an oppressor, absolutist and dualistic in her ways, in Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit, got it right this time: “She had never heard of mixed feelings. There were friends and there were enemies.” That’s right – there are no mixed feelings.
And living through the B&W nature of the entire conceivable universe has been tough. Not tougher, just plain tough.
Why is there a need to be cronies with the world when all one should ever seek is to be a disciple of God? Why is there a need to belong in a hedonistic world that precisely seems more pleasant simply because it is so? Why do people build their identities upon shaky ground that will eventually grow old and pass away? Why is it so human to dwell in sin when it has been convened: “No it is wrong, it is called sin”? And the tough part comes when one world thinks likewise and the other thinks otherwise.
Following the soft gentle whisper of God’s voice amidst the loud clustered noise compounded by temptation, relativity, pride, indolence, disbelief. I keep getting lost.
Questioning the faith is not a bad thing – questions seek answers, and answers build the hitherto shaky faith on more solid ground.
I walk by faith and not by sight. Aye, I’d rather be blind.
I can’t imagine life without God, and I hope that one day, you will feel the same too.
I love blogging – it constantly places my heart at ease.
