Roswell That Ends Well

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The LORD will rise up as he did at Mount Perazim, he will rouse himself as in the Valley of Gibeon—to do his work, his strange work, and perform his task, his alien task. (Isaiah 28:21)

I don’t get it. The whole God thing. The Jesus died on the cross for our sins raised again Holy Ghost indwelling eternal life belief thing. Seriously. I don’t get it. I’m happy for the religious experts who can explicate, elucidate, pontificate, and generally complicate the matter with impressive certainty—and I do appreciate their sporadic insights from time to time. But as for me, I’m pretty much bankrupt when it comes to a satisfying unified religious theory.

Don’t get me wrong. I believe the Bible, even with its crazy God, dubious heroes, and schizoid cosmos. I accept its outrageous claims about redemption, judgment, and skin care issues. I buy its portrayal of the love of God, the human condition, and eternal destiny. I even embrace its quirky sense of humor (Knock, knock. Who’s there? I AM. Oh, right.) and its often mind-numbing randomness. In fact, I rather enjoy the Bible’s wackiness and think church might be more true to form if we included kazoos and joy-buzzers.

I know most of the necessary bumper sticker doctrines and catechistic line items. I can find the important Bible verses without a concordance or computer program. I’m moderately brushed up on my church history and theology. I’ve even done a fair study of Western philosophy and have read a decent number of titles from the canon of Western literature. I’ve listened to more sermons than I can stand and have preached way more of them than I should have. I’m no Einstein; still, I ain’t no slouch either. Yada yada yada.

With my education, both secular and sacred, with my experience in things ecclesiastical, with my skills at interpreting literary texts, with everything in me that remotely counts as passable intelligence, with all that—I confess to a profound ignorance when it comes to the God thing. What is more, I’m convinced that all the really important God stuff simply can’t be explained to me at all. The explanations are forever beyond me. Cool.

God is strange and his work is alien. Even he can’t really explain it. What we get is the glory of God in the face of Christ, not an explanation but a revelation. That’s it. You take it or you leave it, but there is no alternative, no matter what anybody tells you. Nietzsche said that “a casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.” He is right. Faith proves nothing, but it accesses everything, including the inaccessible, the eternally strange and alien.

Just sayin.

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One Response

  1. With a finite mind (albeit exceptional), it explains why you don’t comprehend the Infinite. Frustrating, isn’t it? The solution is a passionet commitment to Jesus and His teachings. The real problen is using that part of the infinite wisdom that we do understand.

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