For those who seek what is, there is the difficulty of trust. On one hand, reality may turn out to be the shadow of our own reflection, and on the other we may totally miss the point because the locality of a point doesn’t exist.
And so after I could no longer doubt with certainty and still refused to throw “God” into the philosophical hole I’d dug, I was stilling living. I always wake up in the morning and get out of bed like I have done for all of my life. The ground underneath me is still fresh and solid and the sun still goes high into the sky. The grass keeps breaking up the concrete and the wind still feels better to my skin when I don’t think of it in the reductionist terms of jostling molecules and firing neurons. The birds still sing songs and rain still falls down not up.
Paradigms help us live now, but tomorrow the wineskins must be replaced. As the ancient sage lamented, “To where as Meaning fled? And to what place has Purpose gone? Is all of life like to the chasing of wind?” -so are we haunted by the suspicion that purpose and meaning has not a trace in the soul of mankind. Upon this realization comes our vulnerability: it is better to live with questions that we cannot answer than to live with questions we cannot ask. It is by faith in Jesus that one is free to seek the kingdom and never find himself. It is by by faith in Jesus that one is free to lose oneself and come to love God and neighbor.
And one sweet day we’ll all get raptured ruptured because old wineskins can’t hold new wine.
Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped.
Then shall the lame man leap as an hart, and the tongue of the dumb sing: for in the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert.
And the parched ground shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water: in the habitation of dragons, where each lay, shall be grass with reeds and rushes.
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