Head First: March 2007

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

He said "please," so I said ok.

Chris is working on his Ph.D. and asked me to post a link to his survey. I'm interested to see the results.

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Monday, March 19, 2007

Monday, March 12, 2007

And now, a musical interlude...

I couldn't stop watching this. As one viewer observed, it's completely absurd, and totally inspired. I forgot how much I miss Freddy Mercury.

Friday, March 02, 2007

Questioning God from way down here.

I printed the Allen quote yesterday because (like most Woody Allen material) it struck me as funny. But I noticed something this morning. The presupposition of his comment (like most Woody Allen material) is that he, himself is at the center of his own attention, and everything else (including God) is judged according to the skew of his self-centric stance. It's good fodder for a punchline, but I have trouble seeing it succeed as a worldview.

One of the problems, as I see it, is that it's almost impossible to come to the conclusion that God exists without coming to the simultaneous conclusion that this spot where I stand is not the center of all things. Add to that the claim of Christ that "I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the father except through me," and my importance to all creation is even further marginalized.

While in Washington recently, my wife and I attended a service at the National Cathedral. I have trouble knowing how to describe that place. Built over the course of 83 years from Indiana limestone (NO structural steel) and with no federal money, this anything-but-humble architectural wonder towers 301 feet over the surrounding neighborhood. Inside, next to one of four fluted stone support columns measuring 27-feet across, the Dean of the Cathederal, Dr. Sam Lloyd delivered a challenging, Christ-centered Lenten message from a pulpit carved from a stone taken from Canterbury Cathedral (aka The Mother Ship).

Now, if you know me, you know that few people scream louder than I when churches spend a gajillion dollars on buildings. But I have to say this: as the speaker's words echoed up into the 100-foot ceiling of this great gothic structure, I suddenly glimpsed at least part of the logic of building such an enormous and majestic house of prayer. In that place, at that moment, there was no way I could mistake myself for the center of anything. No, as I bowed my head and confessed my selfish heart, I felt appropriately small.

Richard Dawkins will think me a mindless dolt, but, while I have a million questions for God, and about God, I don't feel the need to question God (does that make sense?). As I told a friend recently, I have come to loathe Christianity only because I love Jesus Christ. I have come to terms with the non-empirical nature and mystery of faith. I consider the message of the gospel and its apparent incompatibility with reason to be more an insufficiency of man's ability to reason than a deficiency of faith.

The problem with many theists and many athiests is that they each insist on being arbiters of an absolute truth. And, as they do, they occupy that spot in the center of the universe that belongs to Another.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

God and the problem of pain.

"How do you expect me to believe in God, when only last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of my electric type-writer?"

—Woody Allen