I feel at night, when I look at the stars, if I could only stand higher, I could reach out and grab a star. I sometimes feel betrayed, I remember the news, the stars are so far away, I could not even reach them at the speed of light. I also feel betrayed because I remember then, these are only the visible stars, they span out forever, way beyond what we can see.
It makes me wonder what is out there and then I recall, the is a forever. It boggles my mind, we cannot see the end and even if we do, we’ll wonder what is on the other side. Not having an end is against what I know, because all I know is destined to end.
I first remember the day ended, the night began, there were meal times, bed times, sleep times, school years, races, pain ends, pleasure ends, and most dramatically, life ends. It seems as though we are enthralled with things that end. There seems to be 100’s of movies predicting the end of earth, the restart of the human race, the destruction of the world. We are so enthralled with it, we have the ration of the diameter of a circle to how many times it goes around the circumference approximately 3.14 times but we have divided it out to over a trillion times to try and find the end.
What’s wild is we are so fascinated with ends, yet this has two sides. It is hard to imagine something with no end, yet we’ve been given hints of the end yet do not seem to be able to recognize them.
The Demand for a Sign
Matthew 16:1–4 (NIV) 16:1–12pp—Mk 8:11–21
16 The Pharisees and Sadducees came to Jesus and tested him by asking him to show them a sign from heaven.
2 He replied, “When evening comes, you say, ‘It will be fair weather, for the sky is red,’ 3 and in the morning, ‘Today it will be stormy, for the sky is red and overcast.’ You know how to interpret the appearance of the sky, but you cannot interpret the signs of the times. 4 A wicked and adulterous generation looks for a sign, but none will be given it except the sign of Jonah.” Jesus then left them and went away.
I wonder how many people look at the complexity of a personal computer, smartphone, automobile, and believe it created itself out of randomness? I wonder if people look at the cycle of life as something that just happened, got lucky and stuck. Like a rough rock, a piece of granite, turning into a wheel.
I believe if you believe this world, this universe just happened by chance, then you can also believe it was created by a creator, I know as God.