It's been a big month: Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur, Halloween, Reformation Day, and more. But as we mark the passage of October into November, we have occasion to think about another big day: Diwali. It is a holiday sacred to over a billion Hindus around the world: a joyous occasion. Diwali is known as the festival of lights, the lights of color, brilliance, enlightenment, and happiness: all that which enters into the mystery and wonder of life and the God who gives it.
It's apt. Unless we celebrate life in the framework of higher purpose, its lights becomes little more than momentary confluences and coalescences of dust and plasma, things in which we have found ourselves, raw and unknown, and told we must live.WordandTruth
ruminations on purpose, meaning, and the divine
Friday, November 1, 2024
Tuesday, October 29, 2024
Around this time a few years ago, I wrote, using an excerpt from my book Imagining Eternity, about the moment in which I decided that Jesus Christ was undeniably divine, real, and objectively and subjectively true.
This week marks fifty years since that moment in the mountains outside of the tiny town of Jasper, Alberta, in the heart of the Canadian Rockies.
The pivotal moment of my life.
I find these fifty years difficult to fathom or measure. They are fifty years of believing in and grappling with a person whose fullness I cannot in this life exhaustively assess; fifty years of following and listening to a being who has never made himself visibly known to me; fifty years of trusting in a invisible personal transcendence.
So why believe? Why live a life that, as the apostle Paul puts it, is one of faith and not one of sight? Why be a rational being who is living a life devoted to the non-rational (but not irrational)? Oddly, I live this life because I see that faith, believe it or not (no pun intended!), is, in light of everything that this life comprises, the most rational thing I can do. Given the fact of my personhood; the fact of my mind and consciousness; the fact of the universes's incredibly complexity and order; the fact of the moral sense; the historicity and veracity of the Bible; and the millions and millions of people, including me, who have completely changed, in a positive way, their outlooks on themselves and existence in response to what they perceived to be a divine inbreaking or call: I see no other way to understand existence.Monday, October 28, 2024
Friday, October 25, 2024
Free speech? We all appreciate it; we all, in principle, endorse it. That's why I am troubled to read about various protests mounted to prevent speakers of both political persuasions from speaking on college campuses.
Regardless of whether someone else's political beliefs align with mine, we all are beings who are loved and magnificently designed.Thursday, October 24, 2024
A few years ago, I backpacked through a part of the Rockies with two dear college friends. As I reflect on our trip, I am struck that, in an eventuality of which I had no inkling beforehand, we ended up following a trail on which my wife and I had hiked forty years before. It was mind boggling, really, to revisit a trail so full of memories, a trail that represented our first foray into the wilderness together, all those decades in the past.
But the mountains had not changed. The peaks were as jagged as ever, the meadows still overflowed with wildflowers, and the lake, our destination, as lovely and serene as it was forty years before. It was a picture of timelessness, really, a picture of the incredible ability of a landscape, when untouched by human hands, to sustain itself, presenting fresh wonder for every successive generation of backpacker to tread its depths.Tuesday, October 22, 2024
International Stuttering Awareness Day, 2024. I'm willing to say that this is a day with which you are not familiar. It happens today, October 22.
Although stuttering affects only about one percent of the global population, for those who endure it, it is pivotal. Stuttering, that is, the inability to verbalize fluently, can be debilitating. While a stutterer knows what she wants to say, she cannot say it easily. She will "block," that is, she will not be able to voice her words without running into physical difficulty in saying them. She cannot just say what she wants to say when and how she wants to say it. Stuttering can be very frustrating.Many famous people have stuttered. One of the earliest recorded instances is that of Moses, the Moses who, many centuries ago, led the Hebrews out of captivity in Egypt into the land of Canaan. Another is Demosthenes, the ancient Greek orator. More recent examples include the actress Marilyn Monroe and U.S. President Joseph Biden.
What's my point? I've stuttered for many, many years. Overall, it's been quite a ride, and I could probably talk about it at length. For now, however, I will say this.
Monday, October 21, 2024
This week, as my siblings and I reminded each other, marks another year, another year since the passing of our father forty- years ago. Despite the span of those decades, we still miss him, and our mother as well. Time may heal some, yes, but time will never fully overcome the scars its events imprint on our lives. There are losses that, try as we might, we cannot completely assuage. Although we learn to live with them, though we may even come to develop a measure of acceptance about them, we will never totally erase them from our hearts. For always and forevermore, they are embedded in the innermost patterns of our soul.