The OK Revolt, Old No. 2

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There have been plenty of times in my life when I doubted the existence of God. Primarily, this was when I was a teenager, but there are still things in my adult life that make it hard to reconcile with belief in a loving God. Like the massive poverty in places like Africa or India. I've never been to India, but I've made two short trips to Africa and it was more than enough to leave an impression. I know there are poor people in the United States; I've even spent a little time during my life in these poor places within the United States. But, it does not even remotely compare to the suffering I witnessed in Africa.

I'd like to say that I admire those Christians who can just explain away the suffering of the poor (or the victims or war, crime, oppression) with philsophical jargon and stating the facts of human free will (this is how good God is: He gives us choice!) I don't admire them, though. Most likely, they've never actually seen suffering or done anything to try and stop it. They don't know how futile an effort it is when the very systems of religion, government and economy in which they live ensure their suffering. They even justify it.

I don't think you can prove God through empirical tests or crafty arguments. (I don't think you can disprove him through this methods, either.) What I find so reassuring of my own faith is how backwards Jesus is from everything else. I read his "Sermon on the Mount" a lot and am fascinated. This is so backwards from the philosophy of the world, the selfishness of every thing else in life, that in it's own crazy way it makes sense. It is the opposite of everything in life that depresses me, that I hate. It is the reversal of these things. Blessed are the poor, turn the other check, don't pray on street corners, all that stuff. It's the opposite of what I see. It's so crazy that it's reassuring towards my faith. I really think that this backwards approach to life could actually end all the things that are the opposite of God, too.

I actually had a real punchy ending to this post (in my opinion), but my marvelous little girl has seen fit to so break up my concentration that I can't remember it. But this is a pretty good ending too.


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7 comments:

Valerie said...

from Russell-
my second dad hits theology where it hurts when he reads that sermon to me and says, "Jesus makes me nervous." I hope I become comfortable with being uncomfortable. Peace out.

Brian said...

Russ, I find myself being more and more comfortable with the Sermon on the Mount, but I think that is probably because it remains something to be studied rather than to be lived out. I can study it just about as good as anyone. In fact, if limited to only studying, I might even be considered pious. =)

Unknown said...

Well said. I can't say that I share your doubt, but I can say that I share your frustration. I have an answer, but it doesn't solve the problem, it just lets me believe. My answer is to yell at God about it. Scream, grieve, cry, hit something. In my experience, he comes to yell, cry, grieve, and strike with me.

I don't know why he is helpless, but observation tells me that I serve a God who is largely just as helpless as I. I doubt I would have faith if I could not believe that he is.
-Ty

Brian said...

Thanks for your thoughts, Ty. But, I guess I don't completely understand. Why yell at God if he is helpless? Also, I don't really know what you mean by God being helpless.

Help out a dummy ;)

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Unknown said...

I suspect that there are rules to the universe that we don't really understand. I admit that this is deus ex machina at work, but it is my best answer. We know that the world is broken, but it is supposed to be good; God loves the poor and marginalized, yet they starve; God is supposed to have the power to do anything, but he does not do it. I think these beliefs and observations form Gestalt of sorts . . . they leave a hole with a shape that indicates that there is a reason for the absence of God, though the edges of the shape are not clear enough to me for me to make a good guess
as to the specific reasons why, other than to say, the simplest answer to why doesn't God do something is, 'because he can't.'

There are many options why this might be: perhaps there are limitations built into the fabric of the universe, perhaps there are ethics to being God that preclude certain types of intervention, perhaps God has learned from long experience that the more direct his touch on the world, the greater the disasters become, perhaps solving these problems puts God in C.S. Lewis' "intrinsically impossible" situation in some way I don't understand . . . there may be hundreds of other conceivable reasons that God is helpless to solve the problems directly (and many more that are inconceivable). I suspect that this is one of the major reasons he chooses to work through proxies, I just wish he had better proxies than us.

-Ty

Brian said...

Thanks for your (further) thoughts, Ty. Always good. You have given me plenty to think about in these few sentences.