I believe a God exists. I know this because I can't explain intense, pure, real love any other way. It is a light that must have a source. It can't be explained by any rational means other than it must come from a source that we cannot understand.
I don't understand or accept the religious concepts of God as the creator of all, the big hand of fate, the destroyer of evil, or any other of the myriad roles humans have for their personal God.
Last week was a strange week in the Household. As we were preparing to take a fabulous vacation, I became ill. I felt great physical discomfort for a few days, and saw a disturbing glimpse into the eyes of my family's insecurities. It sucked. As I was recovering, and Misses Buck was canceling our dream vacation plans, we found out that a nasty hurricane/tropical storm was bearing down on the destination we had planned to holiday.
Several cyber-freinds and relatives said something on the order of 'everything happens for a reason' or 'God will work it all out'. My feeling is that if God just wanted us to miss the stormy weather he could have saved us a lot of pain and suffering by simply bankrupting the airline. He could have dumped a rare August snowstorm on New England. He could have given me a winning lottery ticket.
But more seriously, do any humans really think they understand God's Plan? That's another in the great mysteries of human behavior I will never understand.
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Jeff,
I have a similar point of view as you on God.
Thank you for your comment on my blog. Yep, I got some more work to do. I bought myself 10 years with the drugs. I didn't want to raise my kids while being a rage-a-holic, and I am very happy with that choice. But I think it is time to dive in.
If you ever feel like it, I'd be very interested in your own stone-turning process that you went through. Funny how our kids can be such a catalyst for our growth.
Trish
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