The World Keeps Going
I thought, if I just touch the wood of the casket, maybe God will bring him back. What if that happened? How amazing would that be? Then everyone would believe in God.
I thought, if I just touch the wood of the casket, maybe God will bring him back. What if that happened? How amazing would that be? Then everyone would believe in God.
I believe some things because it is easier than wrestling with the hard questions.
(My agnosticism is a cop out.)
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t believe there was something else out there.
I believe because I don’t believe in soundbites, How to Win Friends and Influence People, diets, morals of the story, or myself.
It is up to the reader to decide which story is true—or if not to determine truth, at least to decide which is the story they will believe.
Do I cling to God and morality because behind those things there lies a black, incessant void of despair and pointlessness that existentialism can barely put a Hello-Kitty band-aid on?
The fun sexy couple that is totally giving you the side eye and feeling really, really uncomfortable because you are just standing there.
Certainly the most popular selfie-spot on campus, Touchdown Jesus overlooks the football stadium with Christ and his perpetually upraised arms.
This hope beyond reason (though not against reason) is not held in monopoly by Christians, but it is central to Christianity.
But while I travel around working gigs and having experiences that many people feel they desire, something gnaws deep inside me.