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Many years ago, when I lived in Green Bay, Wisconsin, a region known for the ferocity of its weather, I always took walks in the blizzards which regularly pummeled us. While everyone else was bundled up in their homes, drinking a hot drink by their fires, I was outside, trekking through a nearby forest or field, taking it all in.
And what was I taking in? As I look back on that time in my life, I realize I was taking in, or at least trying to take in, the deeper power that I felt was moving through the storm. I think I was trying to grasp the meaning out of which this meteorological moment was coming, the point of the world in which such wonder was occurring. I was looking, I think, for the purpose of existence. Why such power? Why such magnificence?
Although today I find it logical enough to say that existence's purpose is to be found in the fact of God, as I reflect on the storm that rocked, literally, my area over the weekend, I see that perhaps it is not so simple. God notwithstanding, I would say that I will never know purpose with precision; I will never know why, independently and absolutely why there is purpose, why we live in the midst of such awesome display.
I'll never know why there is a God. I only know that we would not "be" without one.
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