I agree with atheists that my belief that God, existing outside time and space, created the universe, sounds like a fairy tale. Yet the notion that some sort of primordial soup or dense bundle of energy gave birth to everything in existence is just as absurd. Where did this pre-elemental concoction come from? Aliens? Where did they come from? It seems any attempt to explain the origin of the universe is ostensibly laughable. To quote singer/songwriter Bruce Cockburn, "You can't tell me there is no mystery!"The truth is that much of life doesn't make sense. Much of what happens on this planet is terribly horrible and dark. Is saying "yes and amen to all things" the answer? The same question could be directed at Paul's command: 'In everything give thanks, for this is the will of God" Could there be anything more absurd?One evening last fall I realized for the umpteenth time that all my attempts to understand God, life and ultimate reality were all meaningless, a "chasing after the wind" As I embraced the absurdity of existence, something profound happened. All my worries, expectations, fear, doubt and desires were stripped away. In the abyss of absurdity I had nothing left to prove, figure out or accomplish, to feel adequate, worthy and whole. I was fully present, truly still . . . and I knew God. As divine grace and peace permeated my mind, heart and soul, everything in the universe made sense- until I tried to rationalize it and put it into language.
Canadian Mennonite Vol. 16 No. 9
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