This is part two of two. You can read part one here.
Right after I watched this George Carlin comedy bit about the ridiculousness of faith in God, I wrote a letter to George. I know he’s no longer able to read it, but I had a lot I wanted to say. I’m sure there are plenty of other Georges out there, though. I think George Carlin was actually a pretty intelligent guy and someone who assessed the world around him a lot in some pretty amazing ways. I admire his thinking skills.
Still, I think he made some pretty lofty statements like they are set fact. He said that there is no God, and there never was. He compared belief in God to a fairy tail. He was entitled to his opinion. I am entitled to mine. Right after I watched this clip I immediately wrote down my thoughts.
If I move away from God because there are unexplainable parts of life, I enter into all new unexplainable parts.
I believe that God created the universe. If I move away from God, it’s still unexplainable to me. If you think the Big Bang explains everything, then what started the bang? It just happened?
I don’t like that answer.
Me not liking that answer is probably the same way you feel about my answer, “God created it.” Most atheists would say that’s a blanket statement to cover up the stuff I have no proof on.
And look, it’s not that I don’t like science. I love science. I don’t know why so many Christians seem so scared of it. My Christian friends aren’t, though.
I believe in God and I believe in an eternity spent with God. I take God out and I’m just supposed to believe that we have no chance at an eternity? We all just exist for a minute and that’s it?
Why are we here? What’s the point?
There’s no eternal point? That doesn’t explain anything to me.
People tell God to suddenly strike them dead if he’s really real. And then God doesn’t and everyone laughs.
That is stupid logic to me.
That’s like me saying, “If you really know how to shoot that gun, then kill me. There is absolutely no other way to prove that you know what you’re doing with one of those.”
I get that it’s a joke, but it’s not always a joke. We use that logic in other examples. “If God is real then [fill in the blank].”
What if a kid said to his dad, “If you’re really my father, then give me all the cookies in this grocery store.” A decent father wouldn’t do that because he’s not crazy. Just because someone doesn’t respond to your demands does not disprove their existence and it doesn’t define their nature.
Now moving away from God because there are too many unanswered questions would not move me to a place of more peace. It would move me to torment.
I don’t claim to understand it all, either. I will never fully understand God. I won’t even fully understand myself. There are things I wish God would do. I wish he’d come stop all the war. I wish he’d heal all of my friends. I wish he’d shut some people’s mouths.
But he doesn’t. I honestly don’t fully know why. But just because there is a mystery to something doesn’t make it ridiculous.
Love is full of mysteries.
One time when I was younger I asked my mom, “What was the benefit of having me? I don’t give you any money. We don’t have a farm that I’m working on. You’ve had to devote so much of your life to me and I’ve really given you nothing back.”
She said, “You’re a tremendous joy.” At the time, I felt like she honesty couldn’t give me a logical answer that made sense.
As I’ve grown up, though, I’ve found that love doesn’t really have logic to it. It just exists. In all of its power and pain, it exists. It drives men to leave all they have. It causes a mother to give up her life for her child. It pulls and prods us in unexplainable ways.
It is full of mystery and unsound logic, but it clearly exists.
You could say to me, “Well, go on and just believe what you were always told in your little Sunday school.” And I would say to you, “If you think I’m only basing my beliefs off of some pictures on a felt board, then you haven’t done your research on my life.”
I’ve been through struggles, fears, doubts and trials. Still through it all, I have something in me that has kept me going. It keeps me singing. It keeps me returning to joy. I believe it’s not just my will power or my stupidity. There has to be something deeper.
To that, I have no question.