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| "If I swallow the scientific cosmology as a whole, then not only can I
not fit in Christianity, but I cannot even fit in science. If minds are
wholly dependent on brains, and brains on bio-chemistry, and
bio-chemistry (in the long run) on the meaningless flux of the atoms, I
cannot understand how the thought of those minds should have any more
significance than the sound of the wind in the trees. And this to me is
the final test. This is how I distinguish between dreaming and waking .
When I am awake I can, in some degree, account for and study my dream.
The dragon that pursued me last night can be fitted into my waking
world. I know that there are such things as dreams; I know that I had
eaten an indigestible dinner; I know that a man of my reading might be
expected to dream of dragons. But while in the nightmare I could not
have fitted in my waking experience. The waking world is judged more
real because it can thus contain the dreaming world; the dreaming world
is judged less real because it cannot contain the waking one. For the
same reason I am certain that in passing from the scientific point of
view to the theological, I have passed from dream to waking. The
Christian theology can fit in science, art, morality, and the
sub-Christian religions. The scientific point of view cannot fit in any
of these things, not even science itself. I believe in Christianity as
I believe that the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but
because by it I see everything else."
-just take a wild guess......=)
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| Father, I know that all my life is portioned out for me.
The changes that are sure to come, I do not fear to see.
I ask thee for a present mind, intent on pleasing thee.
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| "I saw a great assembly of gigantic forms all motionless, all in
deepest silence, standing forever about a little silver table and
looking upon it. And on the table were little figures like chessmen who
went to and fro doing this and that. And I knew that each chessman was
the idolum or puppet representative of some of the great presences that
stood by. And the acts and motions of each chessman were a moving
portrait, a mimicry or pantomime, which delineated the inmost nature of
his giant master. And these chessmen are men and women as they appear
to themselves and to one another in this world. And the silver table is
Time. And those who stand and watch are the immortal souls of those
same men and women."
-C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce
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| Well, its been ages since Ive posted and I have been wondering what to
do with myself this morning......We were almost completely packed and
ready to leave for TN when Dad decided he ought to take Pay to the
hospital because the right side of her face has stopped working. The
doctor said to take her to AI Dupont, so shes there now......Ive been
racing around for the last two days so Id be ready to go and now Im
ready........and I dont know what to do. Its a very weird feeling,
because usually I have tons and tons of things planned in a day.
Please pray for Patience.
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| Thought I'd mention that I put some pictures on here. Click on photos. Up there near the top, but not all the way. Yeah, there. No, back where you were - a little to the left.....there you go. Click. Good job.
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