Taking a break from my anime series in order to write a post that I felt inspired to write after reading something that popped up in my recommendations.
I don’t want to name the blog because I think it would be unfair to criticize them by name when I have not asked them, and I don’t want to be one of those people who ends up bringing down a hate storm on another social media person just because I disagree with them, publicly.
That being said, what grabbed me about this post was how strangely vague it was. It’s really a perfect example of a modern 20-30 year old’s viewpoint, as is commonly expressed in media. And, I meet college students who talk like this.
The post was discussing someone’s search for meaning, and going through school, not really taking philosophy, then studying mythology and wondering why the gods punished people for stuff they were fated to do, and how he went on to become a Marxist, and later a Romantic, that is, someone who denies that God, love, justice, beauty, are real.
He denies being a cynic, saying he appreciates them more because they are not real. And thinks that Jesus, when he was dying and felt forsaken by God, is a remarkable idea.
In the end, he almost laughs at himself for wanting to be real, when he’s made of wood. That he cannot dream himself into being human.
The last sentence of the post declares himself Alone, and Meaningless in a dark, empty world.
(Any more and I’ll be directly quoting him.)
In all fairness, I can’t repeat it word for word, so you’re taking my summary of it as accurate, but the blogger himself admitted to basically finding meaning in nothing.
He reflects at one point about a Christian girl who once told him that God has put it into everyone’s hearts to want to know him.
He laughed it off then, but admits that it’s basically what he’s describing, but, he knows God is a lie.
After I finished reading this, I had one question: How does he know God is a lie?
This guy pretty clearly suffers from depression, I believe it’s even in other posts on his blog, so his thoughts may have a morbid tenancy anyway.
But I couldn’t help noticing that at no point in his story did he ever say he sought God personally. He asked other people about Him, and pondered the idea of God, as well as other values most people agree are real, and he found them unbelievable, for whatever reason.
But there is no record of Him approaching God face to face and seeking revelation.
Ironically, many times when nonchristians tell me they’ve sought truth, or sought God, it ends up meaning they sought ideas about Him. Perhaps they went to church briefly, they talked to a christian…and failing to be impressed by it, they left.
Well, Christians can be bad at representing our faith, however, part of the problem with nonbelievers is that they expect something of us that we are not able to give them.
God, frankly, never makes sense to anyone who has not tried to meet Him personally.
Not because God can not be explained in a way that makes sense, but because the explanation is not enough to make you know what He is like.
I can give you the best description of my friend, till you almost feel like you know them already…and until you hear them talk, see their face, or even see their handwriting, you will still lack a true impression of their character.
The God of the Bible, distinctly unlike gods of most religions, is not high up in the clouds, or deep down in the heart of the earth, He’s not in the sun, or the planets, or the wind.
God is not in one place, He is in everyplace, one can meet him in a closet, at a beach, on a mountain top, in a bar, in an alleyway, a brothel, a prison, a church, a battlefield…anywhere at all.
It is no use to say you have sought the truth about God, and found nothing in it, unless you have spoken to God directly. From the heart.
Someone might say “If you do not believe in God, then you cannot speak to Him from the Heart.”
If you yearn for meaning, if you feel dissatisfied with how empty life is, then, you can speak to God.
If you can speak to the void, to people who will never meet you, you can speak to God.
This is the one thing no one ever wants to do. In the Bible, in Exodus, when Moses approached God on the mountain of Sinai, the people begged him to talk to God for them, they said if they tried to, they would die.
Moses, in contrast, begged God to let him see His glory.
Was it really so impossible for the people?I wonder.
There is no record in the Bible of anyone ever praying to God sincerely, one on one, and not getting some kind of answer, even it it took awhile.
What there is a record of is God lamenting constantly that people do not seek him. He promises if He is sought, He will be found, if we seek with all our heart.
I will say, God is not found by anyone who is looking for him like one might look for a free show.
People who search for God flippantly, with the attitude that if He is not exactly what they want, they will bail, are unlikely to find anything.
I do not know this blogger well enough to say for certain why He has not found God, he seemed quite close, in some ways.
But, if I went just by what he said, as an idea, then my answer would be this: He did not find God because He did not seek him one on one.
It’s the simplest thing in the world to pray, yet, people are scared to death of it. It feels like such a commitment.
It’s funny too, since, no one else will ever know if you pray alone in your room, even in your head, but it still feels huge.
I may make someone angry by claiming that atheists are just too afraid to seek God, and I do understand that some of them have other reasons besides this…
…but, by and large, the people who hold the belief that all of life is meaningless are cowards. They believe that because they are afraid to believe it has meaning, because the meaning might be something they cannot handle. And if God could direct the meaning for them, they fear He will direct it a way they don’t like.
The meaning I even give to these people themselves is because I believe life has meaning, they ask that I listen to them, that I care, but deny the reason why I should. The honest ones admit that, but fail to see how the fact that they even care would in itself prove life has meaning.
You can’t want something that does not exist, you have a hunger because there is a food for it. You thirst because water exists. You feel pain because nerve endings are real.
You can’t ache inside without there being a balm for it.
This has run long, so I am going to end this post with this:
I don’t think this blogger will read my answer, and, I am not sure it would help him if he did, unless he could face his fears and look at God for himself.
But to me, it’s so beautifully simple. When I struggled with those feelings myself, the solution came when I spoke to God directly and surrendered to him.
That has no meaning to someone who despises that approach, thinks it’s too simple…Well, to that, all I will say for now is I don’t see much happiness in thinking the other way.
Until next time–Natasha.