The meaning of our lives

 

 

I find that people have unusual ways of interpreting reality. Back in our

ancient past the distances that social mobility allowed people to traverse

limited natures discovery. There was a lack of awareness how diverse the

oceans were, for instance, while the animal kingdom was just as unfathomed.

Suck knowledge remained nonexistent while mankind set to work writing

down the miracles we supposedly witnessed that were meant to prove there was a God acting in

nature.

 

The authors introduced these fantastical stories involving

staffs being lifted to control snakes, swarms of pestilence killing Gods

disobedient, talking donkeys, and the list of myths go on from there.

 

To the ancient listeners, and the reading audiences since, these accounts

were the truth. To skeptics and outright disbelievers nature doesn't bend the

rules like this. To the skeptics these are old creation tales not

legitimate historical events.

 

I find It odd that atheists, agnostics and Bible literalists seem to miss

something. The literalists take the Bible from cover to cover as meant to be

literally interpreted, not only as an allegory or a divinely inspired

message in how history actually happened.

 

Both the literalists and those who doubt a superior intelligent force of creativity and divinity might however miss appreciating with enough awe the size of the real miracle we're a part of. They may focus attention all of their lives to nature, be atheists, and still miss the point of the grandiosity we're apart of. The literalists may read the old myths and miss realities full genius without them. Human beings tend to have to bend reality in order to have faith in a higher power.

 

We struggle to know that higher power as the poets, mystics, story tellers,

philosophers, playwrights etc., constantly reach for those answers. Their

search for truth moves toward other aspects of reality but God

remains for many an important focus.

 

The religiously inspired writers of the ages wrote the dialogues characters

of stories acted in in their narratives. They built the religious traditions

while caught up in a yearning and searching for truth across the ages.

They might have looked around at creation sitting before the night sky by a

fire in some dessert. They would there have tried to fathom the infinite

abyss of a secretive and guarded sky.

 

In more recent times writers and searchers into life's mystery would have

looked into the underwater world observing a coral reef teeming with a riot

of colorful and interesting marine species. Some of the writers of history

would no doubt have watched the sun setting sitting beside the Serengeti.

 

Before nature we consider ourselves. This perplexing mystery has us now

looking at images of our world from space. We're on a strange object called

a planet in an orbit billions of years old. The pursuers of molecular biology

explore the quantum level of everything. This all takes place as the

crickets sound on a spring night.

 

Reality both fearfully and awesomely confronts us with the miraculous

miracle of existing here amid this all. What is this were apart of? Are we

part of some grand miracle? Those old stories from Bible times can easily be

discounted but yet I'd argue the profound exists interwoven in those pages.

The inspiration of those who sought God and felt compelled to reveal Him

believed what they felt was revealed to them. To them it was God

saying it speaking through them in their searching.

 

Nature is appreciated yes but just how appreciated? Is nature more of a

miracle then we realize? Can we study nature like a naturalist, a poet, a mystic, or

pray before its vistas to an unseen God thanking Him for our birth, our

human experiences and relationships and still not get it? With our unique

consciousness we're able to describe internally to ourselves and externally to each other what

we see. Do we then in these dynamics glimpse a real miracle? Can we trust in

that miracle being behind the meaning and destiny of our lives? Pursuing a

friendship with God while giving a proper awe to what we're apart of in

existence Is indeed worthy of our efforts.