Monday, September 27, 2010

Running rant

I've said this before and I've a feeling I'll be saying it again and maybe one day I might believe my own words. I am perplexed by the willingness of millions to part with their cash to buy a crystal or a potion or a piece of wood that is somehow going to make them better or cheer them up.

"Man's Search for Meaning" by Victor Frankl goes a long way to explain our innate need for meaning. I accept that unless one in an avowed atheist, one is quite likely to be seeking meaning - whether through good works, horoscopes, clairvoyants - seeking the purpose of one's existence.

I have a fridge magnet - It says "The purpose of life is to be happy" Dalai Lama - I have liked that for many years - now I'm not sure that's true. Is the purpose of this life to prepare for the next one?

Given my oscillation between no faith and small faith my preparation is rather stop and start.

In a way, people who do the new age thing have more faith than me. They believe in something. Quite often I believe in absolutely nothing.

Why is it easier for someone to take the New age route than it is to take the Christian pathway? Why do people uncritically buy all sorts from the local New age shop, visit clairvoyants, read horoscopes, clutch crystals, do reiki etc

And yet can have a visceral hatred of the whole bible without even reading it?

The same people who demand evidence for the bible willingly submit to crystals being waived above them.

The same people who dismiss Jesus' healing will allow a reiki healer to hold there hands above them?

Why are people so fearful of the bible? Why am I so fearful of submitting?

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Same old same old

So, my Christian friends tell me that if I don't "get it" i.e the God thing I need to ask Him (note the capital) to reveal Himself to me. I have done this and a series of events followed that I was able to rationalise as "acausal synchronicity" (to quote Jung).

So, last week on the way to Gorey for my Eastern Retreat i.e dinner and sleepover at Nancy's I said to myself (?) "Please reveal yourself to me in a way that I cannot rationalise, that I cannot secularise, that I cannot argue my way out of". We sat down for dinner and Graham (atheist) said "Jenn would you like to say Grace?". That was a surprise.

Then the evening followed the usual format of booze and chat. I retired to the sofa and listened to my atheist friends discuss Jesus until 3am. Well, did He reveal himself to me? I don't know. I certainly could not rationalise what occurred. BUT, am now no longer a doubter? No.