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Saturday, 31 October 2009

The irrational shack

This afternoon I began reading The Shack by William Young. I've only read ninety pages or so, so I don't want to recommend the book yet, but I must confess it is intriguing. The novel, which claims to also be a true story, describes Mack's encounter with God in the shack. Mack's youngest daughter is killed by a serial killer, and the book deals with his struggle to cope with what he's been through. I find that what's most difficult to believe in regarding God is his existance. The belief in God seems absurd - uncomfortably similar to the grown up version of Santa Claus. One might claim that this is because we are brainwashed by popular culture, though in order to percieve the belief in God as rational I experience that one must be brainwashed to another extreme. However brainwashing has never sat too well with me. If you can put yourself in my shoes for a minute you may understand why the following paragraph grabbed my attention.

"There are times when you choose to believe something that would normally be considered absolutely irrational. It doesn't mean that it is actually irrational, but it surely is not rational. Perhaps there is a superationality; reason beyond the normal definitions of fact or data-based logic; something that only makes sense if you can see a bigger picture of reality. Maybe that is where faith fits in."

The scientist in me is not comfortable with believing in the irrational. Yet is embrasing the irrational any worse than ignoring the issue? I am also left asking myself whether I truly want the universe to be rational, in a way I think I might just prefer that it isn't.

Monday, 21 September 2009

Another chance

Sometimes I do really stupid things, like staying up all night before work, or releasing my frustration on people who only are trying to help. Yesterday was one of those days where I made decisions, only to regret them moments later. Having someone save our skin when we mess up is fantastic. People who really care and are willing to go the extra mile, even to save us from our own mistakes, are far between. God is often portrayed as being such a carachter, yet is He really someone we can trust? I mean, does He really make a difference, or does He just sit there somewhere watching us now and then from afar; if He exists at all that is.

Although I have a hard time believing that everything around me is here by chance, believing in God can seem as naïve as believing in Santa Claus. So I am torn, yet I need to decide, I cannot go through life without having made up my mind about the most fundamental question there is. I'd like to believe in God, I just don't feel I've experienced anything that cannot somehow be explained by other means. Today I decided to give God another chance. Believe it or not, I got what I asked for, I escaped the consequences of my erroneous decisions. On the other hand, it might just be a coinsidence. I did however tell God though, that if He came through I'd give Him another chance. So now I am. Although I may not be entirely certain what that may entail, I guess writing about it is my first step.