The devastating tornado earlier this week in Moore, Oklahoma, is, to me, evidence that it is logically impossible for an all-powerful, all-good God to exist. If He were really omnipotent and omnibenevolent, He could have and would have stopped the twister short of destroying that school and killing those kids.
However, there are mid-spring evenings like this most recent Thursday in Seattle that make me believe there could be a supreme being of some sort who’s awfully strong after all, and does try His best to do the right thing when He can.
Suppose at the cost of Tornado Alley, you’re able to manifest a world where toy boats go full size on a body of shimmering water that gets to be witness to an almost full moon rising and a fuzz-rock sun setting simultaneously.
It’s not creating a stone so heavy you can’t lift it, but still, it ain’t bad.
Perhaps all-powerful is too much to ask for. Perhaps it’s sufficient to be awesome enough to create a protected bluff high atop a continent’s near edge with options like a path through the woods for adventuring on as a means of access.
And maybe all-good sets too high a standard. Maybe it’s enough to have made possible landscapes that turn golden as the day comes to and end and beer in cans that can be consumed by upright mammals who use language to communicate in the afterglow.
The Universe doesn’t ask for more from itself, so why should observers? Enough is already too much to be believed, so how about simple gratitude for all that is?
Bottle rockets get old and turn loud but the experience of experience always is new.
A fire might have been nice, but God knows, there are times when holding off the rain all night, just for benefit of some miscreants riding bicycles in a second-tier city on one tiny corner of the globe is plenty.
Who says miracles aren’t real?
However, there are mid-spring evenings like this most recent Thursday in Seattle that make me believe there could be a supreme being of some sort who’s awfully strong after all, and does try His best to do the right thing when He can.
Suppose at the cost of Tornado Alley, you’re able to manifest a world where toy boats go full size on a body of shimmering water that gets to be witness to an almost full moon rising and a fuzz-rock sun setting simultaneously.
It’s not creating a stone so heavy you can’t lift it, but still, it ain’t bad.
Perhaps all-powerful is too much to ask for. Perhaps it’s sufficient to be awesome enough to create a protected bluff high atop a continent’s near edge with options like a path through the woods for adventuring on as a means of access.
And maybe all-good sets too high a standard. Maybe it’s enough to have made possible landscapes that turn golden as the day comes to and end and beer in cans that can be consumed by upright mammals who use language to communicate in the afterglow.
The Universe doesn’t ask for more from itself, so why should observers? Enough is already too much to be believed, so how about simple gratitude for all that is?
Bottle rockets get old and turn loud but the experience of experience always is new.
A fire might have been nice, but God knows, there are times when holding off the rain all night, just for benefit of some miscreants riding bicycles in a second-tier city on one tiny corner of the globe is plenty.
Who says miracles aren’t real?
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