some hoped, some expected, some feared, some jeered … but so far it looks like it will all pass over uneventfully … except for the residue of the experience which will very possibly last a lot longer than the memory of the event in our lives – if only subconsciously perhaps.
on sunday morning many who in the secret place of hope and fear in their hearts who believed it would all end, or even hoped it were the truth, will most probably agree with those who scoff saying that they knew all along that it was not true … but inside?
a lot of what we believe is determined not by faith but by the apparent facts that seem to manifest around us and are either ratified or denied by the other mortals we associate with. perhaps we may choose to deny it but to my mind it’s a very social gospel we live by – one that is rooted so much more in the natural than the spiritual or eternal.
me, i think i’m with those whose hopes were dashed
perhaps a fair amount of those who secretly hoped the world would end are those who really qualify – and perhaps by default – for a true spiritual faith? perhaps they hoped not because of a theology or intelligence this way or that but because they are suffering in some way or another? – financially, emotionally, physically? perhaps they are extremely lonely even in the crowd and the laughter? perhaps just the thought of being taken out of here is such an attraction? perhaps they truly feel like aliens in this harsh and cruel world? they might not be able to admit it publicly but they may feel like they are unloved, lonely, desperate with very few to tell about it let alone understand. perhaps these people long for a reboot of the whole damn thing? for some a total change, however drastic and costly would be such welcome relief? my faithful scepticism tends towards their world – especially at times like these.
for many of the brazen and outspoken, those who verbosely quote chapter and verse and pontificate on what the latest apostle/prophet/preacher/author last published … well, they too have fears and doubts – only their inner fears won’t allow them to acknowledge it. but they feel safe inside their own minds because in this modern era volume is believed to be the all powerful answer
what is it about us that so easily wishes on things? why is it so easy for us to be effected by this kind of stuff?
as my blogname suggests, i am a faithful skeptic. My views are not at all acceptable by the mainstream out there yet i too have a belief system and an extremely strong one at that. this is what impacts me so greatly. for me, having an extremely strong faith is not an achievement at all – as much as romantic love for another is not an achievement. it just happens and we are swept along by it. it tends to consume us. and it leaks out for all except usually ourselves to see. me, i am mostly shocked by my beliefs. i have grown comfortable with them not because they are correct necessarily but because they are mine and they are all I have. i doubt a lot and never stop questioning, but i cannot shake off my beliefs. they sort of consume me
so, it looks like the world may not end today and for some this may very well be the end of their world
there is a song penned by phil keaggy long ago that has made an indelible impact on my thinking ever since i first heard it sung. the opening lyrics go something like this,
“who will speak up for the little ones?
hopeless and half abandoned
they’ve got a right to choose
life they don’t want to lose
i’ve got to speak up, won’t you?”
he was writing on the abortion issue as far as i can recall but it is nevertheless equally true for the lonely, the suffering, the desperate, those in despair and hopelessness, those whose personal reality clashes so dramatically with the theology and meme-artistry around them.
who will speak up for such as these?
me, i tend towards being brazen and self-possessed … but i’ve got quieten down a whole lot and speak up – won’t you?