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The Universe Does Not Owe Us Simplicity

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The Universe Does Not Owe Us Simplicity

 

The world presents us with great mysteries, and strangely enough, we learn to live with them. Consciousness is one. We experience it every waking moment, yet what consciousness actually is remains profoundly difficult to explain. Time is another. Why does time seem to have a direction, carrying us relentlessly from yesterday into tomorrow? Then there are the quiet mysteries of mathematics. Why is two plus two four? Human beings discovered this truth, but we did not invent the reality behind it. Long before anyone scratched numbers onto stone or paper, two stars added to two stars still made four.

Last year I was sitting in an outdoor café on one of the Scottish islands when I fell into conversation with a physicist. Before long we found ourselves talking about quantum entanglement. It is one of creation’s strangest discoveries. Two particles can become linked in such a way that they have to be described as parts of a single quantum state, even when separated by enormous distances. Measurements reveal correlations between them that cannot be explained by imagining that each particle simply carried a set of hidden instructions from the beginning. Yet this does not allow a usable message to travel instantaneously between them.

There is something wonderfully unsettling about this; "Spooky" said Einstein. At the quantum level, nature refuses to behave according to the common sense we have acquired from living among tables, trees, stones and teacups. Reality is stranger than our everyday intuition tells us it ought to be. The universe does not owe us simplicity.

And this brings me to God.

If God is the creator of this astonishing universe, then all its mysteries ultimately exist within a reality known to him. Yet we human beings continually try to understand God, and there is nothing wrong with that. The desire to understand is one of the beautiful things about us. The difficulty begins when we imagine that God must fit neatly inside the categories our minds have constructed.

Christians themselves have wrestled with this for centuries. Jehovah’s Witnesses distinguish Jehovah from Jesus in a way traditional Trinitarian Christianity does not. Presbyterians, along with most historic Christian traditions, confess Jesus as truly divine, while Christadelphians understand him differently again. These differences are significant, and I am not pretending they do not matter. I am simply saying that a person opening the Bible for the first time need not solve every one of them before being allowed to enjoy the extraordinary story unfolding before them.

Read the Bible first. Let it surprise you.

As you read, you will encounter passages in which God the Father is in heaven while Jesus is walking the dusty roads of Galilee. You will see Jesus praying to the Father, loving the Father and obeying the Father. You will encounter moments in which Jesus speaks of things known by the Father that he himself does not know. Then you will turn another page and find astonishing language applied to Jesus. You will find people worshipping him. You will encounter the mysterious declaration that the Word was with God and that the Word was God, followed by the even more startling claim that this Word became flesh and lived among us.

Then Paul adds another piece to the mystery. He describes Christ as existing in the form of God and yet emptying himself, taking the form of a servant and entering fully into human life. Suddenly the reader is faced with something far larger than a tidy religious formula. God is not becoming easier to put into a box. He is becoming harder.

That need not frighten us. It can be exhilarating.

Think about something much simpler. Can God hear two hundred Christians praying at the same moment? Most believers would answer yes without hesitation. What about two million? What if they are scattered across every continent, praying in hundreds of languages? We do not imagine God frantically switching his attention from London to Lagos, from a hospital room in Glasgow to a kitchen table in Sydney. We instinctively understand that God does not experience presence and attention with the limitations that govern us.

So why should we be astonished when the Bible presents us with a God whose existence exceeds our ordinary categories?

Can God be present in heaven and make himself known on earth? If he created space, why should space imprison him? If he created time, why should time contain him in the way it contains us? If the deepest levels of his creation already overturn our everyday intuitions about distance, matter and relationship, should we expect the Creator himself to be less mysterious than the universe he made?

This is not an attempt to use quantum physics to prove the nature of God. Physics cannot do that. Proton entanglement does not prove the Trinity, nor can a laboratory tell us who Jesus is. The point is simpler and, I think, more beautiful: reality has already taught us some humility. Things can be true without being easy to picture.

We are very small creatures attempting to understand the One who, according to the Bible, called the universe into existence. At times I imagine us like ants living inside a little box in a garden shed. The ants might become remarkably knowledgeable about their box. They could map every corner and examine every grain of dust. Yet beyond the box is the shed, beyond the shed is the garden, beyond the garden are towns and oceans and continents, and above them is a universe whose immensity they could never imagine.

How much greater might the distance be between our understanding and the fullness of God?

So if you are new to the Bible, do not be discouraged when you encounter something you cannot immediately reconcile. Do not feel that you must arrive armed with a theological system and force every verse into its proper compartment like some kind of theological bento box. Read. Explore. Ask questions. Notice the tensions. Notice the beauty. Notice how often the Bible refuses to reduce God to something comfortably manageable.

There will be time to investigate doctrines and listen to the arguments Christians have made across the centuries. Some of those questions matter deeply and deserve serious thought. But do not let the arguments steal the wonder before you have even encountered it.

Open the Bible and meet its God.

Walk beside Jesus through Galilee. Listen to his words. Watch the way he treats frightened people, outsiders, children, sinners and the self-righteous. Hear him pray to his Father. Stand with the disciples when the storm becomes still. Sit at the table at the Last Supper. Follow the bewildered women to an empty tomb. Let the questions come naturally instead of being afraid of them.

You do not have to understand the ocean before you are allowed to stand on the shore and be amazed by it. In the same way, you do not have to solve the mystery of God before you begin seeking him.

Sometimes wonder is where understanding begins.

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The Man from Ghana and the Spark of Life

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The Man from Ghana and the Spark of Life

“He himself gives everyone life and breath and everything else.” — Acts 17:25

Today, quite by chance, I briefly met a man from Ghana in a supermarket. It was an ordinary encounter, but afterwards it prompted me to explore something of the languages and thought of Ghana. In doing so, I came across an Akan word that arrested me: kra.

Kra is sometimes translated as “soul,” “life-force,” or “divine spark,” though none quite captures its meaning. In traditional Akan thought it is associated with the life-principle received from God, Nyame, and with a person’s destiny. What struck me was the implication that life is not simply something we possess, but something we have received.

We speak naturally of “my life,” yet life is unlike almost anything else we call ours. I did not acquire it, construct myself, or choose to exist. Before I could possess anything, understand anything or make a single choice, I was already alive. There is something humbling in that. Life is less a possession than an entrustment.

This brought me back to a question raised by the scientist James Tour. Imagine a living cell being studied in a laboratory. Suddenly it dies. Much of its physical substance remains: the molecules and structures have not simply vanished. Yet an unmistakable boundary has been crossed. A moment ago it was alive; now it is not. What has been lost?

Biology can describe what fails when a cell dies, and kra should not be mistaken for a scientific explanation. Yet the two perspectives bring us to an intriguing threshold. Science can investigate the mechanisms of living things with astonishing precision, while the transition from life to death still confronts us with the deeper question of what it means for anything to be alive at all.

With a human being the question becomes more intimate. We are cells, organs, proteins, electrical impulses and intricate chemistry, but we are also beings who love, remember, hope, suffer, create and ask what our lives mean. The machinery is extraordinary, but so is the person whose machinery it is.

That is what I found so compelling in kra. It changed the grammar of the question for me. Instead of simply saying, “I have a life,” I found myself thinking, “I have been given life.” And if life is given and the question is not only what I will get from it, but what I will do with what has been entrusted to me. Consider Psalm 15.

Strangely, all of this began with two people briefly crossing paths in a supermarket. He went his way and I went mine, but the encounter led me to an African word, from that word to a scientist’s question, and from that question to an ancient biblical claim: life is something we receive before it is ever something we possess.

I did not make myself alive. I found myself alive. And that is wonder enough to begin with.

 

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The One Who Began the Clock Ticking  

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The One Who Began the Clock Ticking

 

If you have been reading the earlier blogs, you may remember our reflections on the Fibonacci sequence—the remarkable mathematical patterns found throughout nature, from flowers and pinecones to the spirals of a pineapple.

You may also have encountered the Anthropic Principle: the observation that the universe appears to possess an extraordinarily precise set of conditions that allow life to exist at all. Then there is the moral law, that persistent sense that some things are genuinely right or wrong, regardless of what we might personally prefer. Try it out the next time you skip the queue in the supermarket.  

Taken together, these things raise an intriguing reality: perhaps we are more than a chance collection of molecules, pirouetting obediently to our DNA. Behind the mathematics, the finely balanced universe and our strange awareness of good and evil lies something deeper.

And that brings us to the larger question: Who is the Designer?

In Exodus 3:14, God makes one of the most astonishing statements in Scripture:

God said to Moses, “I AM WHO I AM.”

There is something breath-taking in those few words. God does not define Himself by reference to anything else. Everything else has existence; God simply is. It is a small but extraordinary doorway into the Christian understanding of God as the ground and source of all being.

The same thought appears in the opening words of Genesis:

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” — Genesis 1:1

Before matter, before human history, before the first ticking of any cosmic clock—God. The Bible begins without attempting to explain God's origin because creation has a beginning; the Creator does not.

Yet Scripture takes us somewhere even more remarkable. David looks into the vastness of the heavens and asks:

“What is man that You are mindful of him, or the son of man that You care for him?” — Psalm 8:4

This question gets me every time. David looks into that immense night sky and encounters a beautiful paradox. Against the scale of the universe, we appear almost unimaginably small, and yet we are told that we matter profoundly to God.

Christianity does not ask us to pretend that humanity is physically impressive beside galaxies and stars. It makes the far stranger claim that we are personally significant to their Creator.

David could scarcely get his head around it. I am not sure we can either.

And this takes us back to yesterday's blog, where I invited you to do something wonderfully simple: come and sit with the Creator.

Ask for knowledge. Ask for guidance. Ask for wisdom. Bring Him the questions that trouble you and the questions you are almost afraid to ask. Come sincerely, humbly and with deep respect.

Then listen.

For if the God who set the universe in motion is also the God who is mindful of you, it is conceivable that the greatest discovery is not simply that there may be a Designer behind creation.

It is that the Designer may want you to know Him.

 

 

Note: Scripture quotations: Berean Standard Bible (BSB), Public Domain.

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Come Sit With the Creator For a While

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Come Sit With the Creator For a While

Sometime back in the fourth century, a troubled man sat weeping in a garden in Milan. His name was Augustine, and although he would eventually become one of the most influential Christian thinkers in history, at that moment he was simply a man in turmoil, painfully aware of the distance between the life he was living and the life he knew he ought to live.

Then, from a nearby house, he heard the voice of a child repeating a little refrain:

Tolle, lege. Tolle, lege.

“Take up and read. Take up and read.”

Augustine later described the moment in his Confessions. He took the words as an instruction, picked up the Scriptures, and read. What he encountered there became part of the great turning point of his life.

There is something wonderfully simple about those words.

Take up and read.

If you have never read the Bible, or have not opened one for many years, I would like to offer you that same invitation. Not an invitation to understand everything at once, to become religious, or even to settle beforehand what you believe about God. Just take it up and read.

We sometimes imagine the Bible as a distant book: ancient, formidable, filled with unfamiliar names, difficult passages and ideas belonging to another age. Yet the Bible says something rather different about itself:

“Assuredly the word is exceedingly close to you—even in your mouth and your heart—so that you might do it.”

—Deuteronomy 30:14 NKJV

I love that expression: exceedingly close to you.

That is increasingly how I have come to think about the Bible. Not merely as a book to be studied, though it certainly rewards study, but as something close enough to enter the ordinary circumstances of a human life.

In my quiet hours, when I sit with the Bible, my prayer is often very simple: Father, what do you have for me today?

Sometimes I need direction. Sometimes discipline. There are aspects of my personality that still need changing, and occasions when I need the uncomfortable honesty of Scripture rather than reassurance. At other times I come carrying a fear, a disappointment, or something I cannot resolve. I read, and sooner or later a sentence seems to arrest me. I stop. Read it again. Sit with it.

And there it is.

For me, this is not merely an interesting thought from an ancient writer. I receive it as communication from God, meeting me in the circumstances of my life.

Cancer medication sometimes has me awake during the night. Oddly enough, I have come to treasure some of those hours. The house is still, the world seems to have withdrawn for a while, and there is time to read without interruption.

Early this morning, my attention settled on a verse in Psalm 118:

“I called on the LORD in distress;
The LORD answered me and set me in a broad place.”

—Psalm 118:5 NKJV

I stayed there for a while.

Life has many ways of hemming us in. Illness can do it. So can fear. There are pressures outside our control: the unkindness of others, slander and gossip, unhappy relationships, financial worries, loneliness, uncertainty about the future. Then there are the pressures within us, those private struggles that other people may know nothing about.

The writer of the psalm knew that feeling.

The Hebrew language behind his words makes the image especially vivid. The word associated with his distress carries the idea of narrowness or confinement—a tight place, somewhere you can hardly move.

Then comes the answer.

The Hebrew word merḥāḇ means breadth, spaciousness, room.

The movement of the verse is therefore almost physical. The psalmist cries to God from the narrow place, and God answers him in spaciousness.

From confinement into room.

I find that image beautiful because God does not always remove the circumstance that confines us. Some things cannot simply be wished away. I still have cancer. A broken relationship may still be broken tomorrow. Someone who has treated us badly may never apologize. Grief does not obey a timetable.

And yet, in circumstances that have not changed, something within us can.

The walls no longer seem quite so close.

There is room to breathe.

That morning the verse was no longer simply something written by a Hebrew poet thousands of years ago. It had reached across those centuries and entered a quiet room where one man happened to be awake because of his medication.

“The word is exceedingly close to you.”

I thought again of Augustine in his garden and that child’s strange little song drifting over the wall.

Take up and read.

You do not need to approach the Bible with someone else’s certainty. You can bring your questions with you. Bring your doubts too, if you have them. Bring your disappointments, your curiosity, your objections, your hopes, and all the untidy pieces of being human. The Bible is remarkably unafraid of such things. Its pages are populated by frightened people and courageous people, doubters and believers, failures and saints, kings and prisoners, grieving mothers, angry prophets, bewildered disciples and people desperately looking for a way home.

So if there is a Bible somewhere in your house, take it down.

Open it.

You might begin with one of the Gospels and meet Jesus through the recollections of those who knew him. Or begin with the Psalms, where almost every human emotion eventually finds a voice. Do not worry about how much you read. A few verses may be enough.

And before you begin, you might even try the little prayer I use in those quiet hours:

Father, what do you have for me?

Then take up and read.

The book that seems so ancient may turn out to be exceedingly close.

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Scripture quotations marked NKJV are taken from the New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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