Gommy watched a very interesting program on TV about the existence of God last night. These very, very brilliant scientists....(even smarter than the proverbial 'Rocket Scientist' we reference when we want to illustrate that we are talking about really smart people), were discussing that mathematics and science (I know...again) dispute the need or existence of God.
Gommy has never been very good in Math. My mother was a whiz when it came to numbers and I can remember her always saying, "Numbers don't lie." I believe that because when someone is really, really smart....they usually are pretty good with numbers and that is how they end up 'proving' their theories. But not everything is so black and white and sterile when it comes to the touchy-feely stuff in life.
I get the part where everything can be referenced to a mathematical equation in the world....but the part I don't get it how you quantify some very essential parts of we humans that are not measurable. HUH? Well, let Goms try to explain from a sub-intelligent beings' perspective.
Space and matter are measurable, right? Everything in the world that is material in some fashion can be measured and put in a mathematical equation. But what about music? How can something as beautiful as a piece from Vivaldi be played on a violin that is just wood be broken into a math problem? How can a painting by Monet be just paint slapped on a canvas and transferred into some math equation that fills a blackboard? What is the equation to depict the love a parent has for their child? Creativity, intuition, emotion, devotion or how about our consciousness...huh? huh? Where is that in terms of Science?
And all of these beautiful experiences are the punchline for God. That punchline is.....Free Will. If we didn't have free will, we would all love vanilla ice-cream, we would all appreciate only Picasso for art, we would all want to live in the mountains and hunt and fish for our food.....you see? We all have differences that can't be measured....can't be quantified. We don't all want the same man or woman type to cuddle up next to or to fall in love with. We don't all want to drive a pick-up truck. You see, God allows us to pick and choose and to enjoy whatever brings us joy. Those things can't be explained. Why? Because it's just the way God gave it to us. We are supposed to have joy and bliss in our lives and God supplied all that for us......no questions asked. There are no strings attached to God's love either. That, my friend, is called 'grace'. The grace of God. You don't even have to love Him back. He stills allows you to enjoy all He provides. That is pure and unconditional love. And it's not just 'Priceless'....it is immeasurable!
Then there is the spiritual side that scientists seem to dismiss all the time. The scientists say you can't prove that we have a spiritual component. They don't have an equation to describe the spirit. They say that the brain conjures up pictures and thoughts. But they say that without explaining that there are no material pictures in the head....only electrochemical signals that fire up when we 'draw forth' an image to ourselves. If you can put a math equation to that, I may listen more intently. But to just dismiss it because you can't explain it......doesn't cut it guys! You say you don't believe in God because the believers of the world can't prove it.....so turn about is fair play. Nana, Nana, Boo-Boo!
Anyone who has ever been in a tight spot, knows that they always end up calling for their mother and God for help.....and not necessarily in that order. Gommy, for one, knows there is a God even if I can't explain how I know because I 'feel' God's presence each time I pray. Think about it the next time you are about to pray to God. It is that moment between the time you close your eyes and just before you say "God....". You know Gommy is right... don't ya'? You have 'felt' and 'sensed' that God was right there with you....maybe He was 'within' you.....even if you can't tell me how you know it.
So.....here's to God. May He continue to bless us with his grace. And it wouldn't hurt to thank Him a little more often you know. Thank you God.....from Gommy and all my family and friends. AMEN...(Oh...and Hugs & Mush too!)
