Though I might very much like to think of myself as a spiritual man, seeing perhaps what some do not (or not yet) or enjoying some identity of identifying with some others whom I esteem as also worthy explorers established by “my agreement” with them, God knows what I am. God knows. As only God knows what a man considers of worth. And just how little my agreement is worth. And, after all, it is quite too normal for a natural man to imagine himself spiritual.
Considering what I like (and why) and who I am (and why I am…even an “I”) is most usually found to merely open doors that lead to a thousand others. In saying merely I do not imply any disdain; for no true explorer could do anything but exempt himself from that activity (and likewise description) were he to say “that’s enough” or even “I have reached the end of all exploration”. I “got it all now”. But I cannot deny questions and seeking engender even more questions…and more seeking. And really…who doesn’t like new horizons? Discovering…biggerness? Answered by The Biggerness.
And for the believer this growth through exploration (ask, seek, knock) accompanies through all experience(s). Perhaps in some ways it is better seen as experimentation, as a mixing of ingredients to see “what will happen”. For to the believer whom has received Christ as His life (the very chiefest of ingredient) and of all consequence, he finds this ingredient is of great activity in causing reactions amongst all it is mixed with. Stuff…happens. Even happening stuff we may not immediately recognize as in some now because this life is now touching…other. Even other stuff. O! Yes! Christ whom alone is active as life and of all life comes into contact with everything. Even as He is source…of everything that is. He is always about showing how consequential He alone is…even in all we may experience as consequences. And we may even learn in some pain a this is not to be mixed with some that. Talk about exothermic reactions! A lot of stuff…gets burned up.
And so we pursue and move in our little laboratories, testing, trying, doing…to consequences. As explorers, as scientists (for do we not seek to know…true knowledge?) we cannot avoid what we are set to. But then…no man can. Avoid what he is set to.
And so, in that saying, it behooves me to also say that though it could appear I hold or have expressed some disdain for what could (or I may have already) be described as worldly knowledge, or the pursuers of such, there can be no disdaining for their person. Some personal experiments have already been done along those lines as in “Now who am I allowed to disdain?” or “Who am I allowed to consider useless and evil?” Mere impediments, or mere walk ons…in my story.
If I hate the right stuff…doesn’t that put me in better standing?
“Hey, didn’t you call the Pharisees vipers!?”
This doesn’t mix well with the chief ingredient. Lotsa heat gets generated. In fact there’s only one person set for the adding in disdain to that mix, and he is the one I am most often loathe to offer up as the one worthy of disdaining. “Hey! But I’m working here!”. “I’m necessary!” Ha ha!
Ha!
And aha! As in Eureka!
And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them. Rev 14:13
Oh.
Oh!
So, whom shall I consider as dead to me, Lord? Useless? Unnecessary? Less than a fool worthy of any note?
Oh.
Who has the briefest walk on of all…in the story?
You see?
I needed some geometry (is it worldly knowledge?) to teach me that as a point on a line, a line defined as extending infinitely in two directions from any point upon it, and that any point upon it is considered infinitely small relative to it, and I am…that point. When I saw time, I got to see my place in it. My “own” life…on it.
It wouldn’t matter if thrown into that stream, placed on that line, whether one lived a minute, a 100 or a million years…their point in it, and on it in very fact…is pointless. So infinitely small as measured against that line to be…well…infinitely small. And without breadth…and less than one dimensional. At least that line has one dimension. But still, no substance. Just like my own life.
Even if all time does is to get you to bristle at its constraints…it has then served its purpose. Something has to be of more import than time. (And I thought it was men showing me this, teaching me that geometry)
Must look…elsewhere. For something coming in fullness of time, and of such fullness of it that even time is itself subject to. Something?
Him!
Is, this…? Ah, no wonder He is! Oh, but He already said that! And Oh! Look! In Him is height and depth and breadth…full of all substance! Not one dimensional (as are all imaginations)…or less. Yet even more! Far more than even the word substance only suggests.
May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.
And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge (merely a substance)
which passeth knowledge
Christ is the all substance that surpasses the all other things that, at best, are only suggested to.
And also I have not…not benefitted from those who, and who have labored tirelessly in nuclear physics, atomic explorations and the like (is that worldly knowledge?) that shout from the housetops “all is made of tiny stuff, un-seeable [sic] stuff of atoms, and stuff of tinier stuff of which atoms are made and that then as elements stick together to form molecules compounded into chemicals and the like and (even!) of that of which we are! We are bunches of atoms! Bunches of elements! Like carbon, calcium, hydrogen, oxygen, zinc et al! Look…we are the same stuff as dust…as dirt! Just swirled together in a certain fashion…to even know we are…of such fashion!
Oh.
Someone said that already. Some nomads wrote it down. Late to the party? But hey, I can’t fault you in all your work for confirming it to any! Yes, God forbid I disdain you. You may not believe…but God help me, you are a help! Who would deny?
But this thing…this thing in, or about these molecules that causes them to do a thing we call thinking, (could we call anything we call anything…without it?) of having consciousness either of themselves or to whatever extent about themselves and in themselves…that they even explore and then shout from housetops (Hey! Everything is owed to stuff we can’t see!) well…what is it?
Consciousness.
If it wasn’t “there” at the Big Bang…(Is/was there a Big Bang?) then are you saying something came into being that isn’t/wasn’t in being there? Then how’d it get “here”? (If indeed it is…here) Something that was not…but now is? You may not have the answer as to the “how” it (consciousness) is or came into being in stuff...but you would be less than honest to conclude or say at one time…”it” wasn’t. All you may honestly say (at best) is that to you “it” hasn’t always been. But, now you believe in it. And believe you have it. And all that you know of yourself (and/or what you think you know of anything) is of that very thing.
Can you show it? Prove it? This thing that causes certain molecules to have opinions, thoughts, consciousness, knowing…even about other molecules. Can you produce, as with a drawing of an atom…what consciousness looks like? Show where it is? And what does an atom look like to a bunch of other atoms? You say this bunch of atoms (a man) can know stuff…and does…even about all the stuff in which no knowing seems to be…like mere “other” atoms.
Is that beaker of chlorine beholding you beholding it?
Oh.
You say you’ll only talk about stuff that is provable by scientific method, but you can’t prove the very thing that even allows you to think about, much less talk about…the scientific method. You just…assume it’s there (in you) and real. Consciousness. And do you call the believer…preposterous? Believing in what he does not materially sense? Even what informs…the senses?
Yet…you are quite sure you have consciousness. How? Well, because consciousness tells you so? Have you forgotten how much you claim to hate circular reasoning?
After all, you have to.
No man can avoid what he is set to.
And so it is written, The first man Adam was made a living soul; the last Adam was made a quickening spirit.
God forbid I disdain the first man Adam.
For if, or in so doing, I be found as one disdaining the Christ of God.
Only Adam(s) don’t like (disdain) being Adam, or the being of Adam. Or the beings of Adam.
Hate me yet?
Good, at least we have that in common. I don’t much care for myself either…well…beyond a desperate fawning toward myself that is nauseating. How much simpler if I was manufactured with an air nipple for all my self inflation. It takes a miracle, and a continuous working of it for anyone to remain with me. I am simply impossible to be with. For I am a killer. And I have too many infallible proofs.
And now that we might admit we are common men together, just bunches of like molecules…dust…is there anyone else to see? Or seek?
He might also be impossible to be with…but for a miracle. A powerful working beyond the capacity of dust to accomplish.
But, He might help us get along if we can but see Him.
And just how many impossible things He holds together in Himself.
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