A Diatribe on Thinking Or Connecting the Dots

I have recently come to the conclusion that I am a rationalist, a cognitive realist. I have come to see the world less clearly than I once did when I thought I knew what there was needed to know and I trusted that reality. Things have changed for me. And, I might add, for some of my acquaintances. Life and its issues are not so simple. Having discoursed with some of divergent opinions regarding politics and religion, one wrote that he was bored with the conversation as it had basically reached its end. I disagree as conversations around religion and politics seem to merely scratch the surface. When it comes to “push-back” I can’t expect much in return as some reputations are on the line.  I’m too old and past my prime to concern myself with that. Take this diatribe, and any of my other short diatribes, as coming from a citizen who has chosen to question a few of the “realities” of life. I am a seeker of truth and find that truth can burn into the soul’s imaginations and cause it to question life-long held suppositions.

I have pondered the following quote off and on for many years.  “I am convinced that a God the mind rejects will never be a God the heart can adore.”       -John Shelby Spong, Jesus for the Non-Religious

If I am to be true to my person I acknowledge that God made my mind. Yet, If God is perceived as unable to handle my puny questions about His universe and my realities I cannot serve that god. It/He/She must be the wrong one. There has to be another to whom I can turn. The god most of us have served is a god we have been told about, and most of us sadly accept that idea without question. We, primarily in the western world, have been told that the Bible is the way to truth and we do not question that premise while being told that it is because the Bible says it is so.

So, I am a seeker of God, not because the Bible tells me so but because I am on the lookout for reasons, both cognitive and spiritual, to experience Him. The real “Him” not the imagined Him, not the church Him, not even your Him. But Him who would accept and answer my questions without judging me as wrong for asking or ridiculing me in front of my peers, or assigning me to the Devil’s playground for having questions many don’t seem to have.

Is there a “Him” out there? Let’s talk!