I couldn’t resist questioning encrusted old beliefs, though questioning was the worst of all sins. Adam and Eve had been fine wandering around nude among tigers and snakes until they’d eaten that apple and started thinking things through. We had to bet our souls on stuff that didn’t make sense; on wandering stars, wives turning to salt, and God stopping the sun so his own children, made in his image, could kill each other. Samson hadn’t cut his own hair, someone else had, but rules must be followed, so the hell with him, God said. Then our principal kicked a kid out of school for refusing to cut his. Adults kept changing “eternal truths,” and I couldn’t keep up. Everybody kept hammering away at the world like blacksmiths, each trying to beat it into something different.
– From “Entertaining Naked People” by Edward Fahey.
The very best questions don’t lead to answers. They lead to deeper questions.
I don’t think I believe that there is no such thing as coincidence; that God plans every detail, and all that. But I do know absolutely that beyond a certain stage in one’s development, once he is unshakably aware, interacting with that glorious vast whatever day and night, from then on every one of his moments will be woven out of deeply meaningful synchronicities.
Others around him may shake their heads, call it miraculous, say, “Whoa! That was strange!” but he keeps on keeping on, fully open to the next moment, and the purposefulness of every little bit of his life.
Of course this brings up the whole thing about no sparrow falling without God knowing it and all that.But then this all hangs on what exactly the speaker is referring to as “God”. It may very well be that nothing happens without something else knowing. It is certainly true that every little something else is then a part of a larger something else until it all weaves together into that Vast Something Else. – If we then call that Vast, Glorious, but ultimately unknowable Something Else “God”, then okay. In that case I can agree that “God” knows about everything.