Because my wife loves iced cream and because I love her very much, I bought her an iced cream cone and composed a little four-line poem. Presenting the cone I spoke it for the very first time.
“You are the perfect wife
Giving me the perfect life;
This gift I give to you
Of my love is but a clue.”
What connection does a tender exchange like this one have with whether someone chooses to believe in God or not believe? And if God exists, what connection to God could an iced cream cone have?
After Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche announced “God is dead,” explaining the universe without God became exceedingly more difficult. It threw philosophy into a general panic, forcing thinkers to search for meaning without God. They found their solution in a movement called post-modernism, what I would call a concoction of resignation, a kind of ointment or salve to treat the scalding awareness of the absurdity of life.
Then in 1942 a French philosopher, scholar and literary romantic, Albert Camus, tried to shore up this weighty effort by penning his philosophical essay, The Myth of Sisyphus. In that essay he described the Absurd Man, representing everyone, who seeks a meaning to a God-less human existence. The Absurd Man is painfully aware of life’s utter futility because life is worse than a cosmic joke, in that it has no presumed author—not anymore, thanks to Fred Nietzsche, who went insane.
So it became quite a challenge for many of us to rise in the morning with those depressing variables halting the spring in our steps! Philosophers didn’t shake up America too badly, though. Over here we were still able to whistle a happy tune, as Europe grew more grumpy and dour.
Message in a Bottle
So where did that leave the human race, as we rolled anxiously through the twentieth century? It led to the writing of dozens and dozens of popular books like A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and films like Dr. Strangelove, absurd treatments of existence in what was now accepted to be a wasteland universe. Sting and The Poliee called out an S.O.S. with the release of “Message in a Bottle.” Who didn’t relate to that lament of private desperation and societal alienation? Inviting God back to fill the enormous vacuity Nietzsche created was and is still certainly worth our consideration.
And that’s merely at the cultural and ideological level. What about at the personal, individual level; you or somebody you know who struggles with a sizable hole in the soul? In this century it’s by now our ideological inheritance, escapable by a return to faith, humility and honesty about the failure of modernism, post-modernism and naturalism.
At birth many of us were unwelcomed into the exceedingly unbalanced, violent and unpredictable twenty-first century, where we have an exploitative global media which feed upon a steady and dizzying and unending chain of crimes and catastrophes, to which we tend to become numb and reach out for the curatives solicited and pandered by the channels of our Addictive Society
What the World Needs Still, God’s Love
As we all know, love is a very powerful emotion. I’m not much for the Big Bang Theory because I disagree with Stephen Hawking that the universe doesn’t need God. Theories about the origin of the universe abound, and at the top of that list are Creationism, Intelligent Design and Evolution, which touts the miserable notion that we all arose out of some primordial soup. After all, it’s silly to invent these origin theories because, well, nobody was there to verify what actually happened.
Consider that actually the best theory to explain human existence is God’s Unfathomable Mercy and Love, even though this probably smacks against your hard-nosed realism rather violently. It’s okay. It’s a hazard of living in these philosophically impoverished times.
This blog has for its’ logo the Sacred Heart of Jesus, a symbol of Christ’s love for all of us. The thorns around his heart symbolize his suffering for us and the flames bursting forth symbolize the intensity of that love, so great that it called for the ultimate sacrifice.
Consider, why should God, omnipotent and entirely self-sufficient, the living source of life itself, the totality of all that is pure and holy, create human beings, animals, nature, the earth and other worlds among untold galaxies and quasars, unless he loved them? He gets absolutely nothing for his efforts except the joy that every giver does get, which is the joy of the expression of love.
So, why can’t we all just stop the madness and love God in return?