I’ve been thinking a lot about God lately. What I believe, what’s real, what’s true, etc.
So therefore I’ve been thinking a lot about Christianity and the Christian Church.
Recently, Rick Warren’s son committed suicide. For those of you who don’t know, Rick Warren is a megachurch pastor.
It’s tragic. It’s sad. Suicide is never something that should be taken lightly.
But it’s led me to think about this habit Christians have about assigning meaning to apparently meaningless events.
His suicide certainly had a cause– chronic depression. But was there meaning in his death? Maybe. Maybe not.
We can’t know.
Last summer, I almost died. Two weeks ago, my brother almost died. He was within a millimeter of instant death. (I hyperbolize a lot over here, but that is not hyperbole; I’m being literal.)
Was there meaning in his accident? My friend asked me. He wanted to know that if God is a loving God, why did he let my brother fall off that ladder?
I don’t know.
I don’t know why I almost died last summer. I don’t know what the physical cause was, and I don’t know if there was a metaphysical purpose. I DO know that I’m a better person because of it. There’s something about a near-death experience that puts the entire rest of your life in perspective.
When I die, I’ll probably greet death like an old friend. After facing death, nothing is really scary anymore, except the prospect of losing people you love.
After my brother almost died but didn’t in a crazy inexplicable miracle, I feel like nothing can depress or stress me out anymore, because my life could almost have been so much worse.
Maybe that means that there was meaning. But was there meaning to the bombing at the Boston Marathon today? I don’t know. All I know about that is it’s a tragedy, like so many other tragedies that seem to be piling up lately.
Christians are so afraid to admit that they don’t have the answers to some things, and that is a massive problem with American Christian Culture.
Is it inconceivable to think that maybe, just maybe, God is too big, omnipotent, omnipresent, multi- and pan-dimensional for your little human brain to explain? Is it inconceivable that you cannot possibly look at an event and answer the question, why? Is it so impossible to accept that you cannot know, simply because of the biological limitations to the human mind?
Maybe there is meaning in apparently meaningless events. But due to my extreme lack of pandimensional perspective, I hesitate to assign it.
Sometimes stuff happens and there’s nothing you can do about it but deal with the consequences.