From time to time I don’t feel inspired and I think that I have nothing to say, in fact that’s how I’m feeling at the moment. I was reading an article earlier that suggested that we should spend an hour, or half hour each day practicing being creative, no matter what, and perhaps that’s why I’m writing this article.
The truth is I feel deflated and I think it’s because of the dreadful news in Japan and for that matter the events recently in New Zealand, and on and on and on.
In an earlier post I alluded to MrC being involved in a national disaster and that is true, but somehow then I was able to do something and whilst I did suffer later, at the time I was active and ‘needed’, now I feel useless and saddened, deeply. Perhaps I shouldn’t.
Lesley Fellows wrote an article about prayer, and I read it, it was okay but failed, for me, to accept that prayer does change things, ‘for real’, in a miraculous way if you like. For me, prayer can, and does alter the laws of nature and does lead to ‘miracles’. I’ve no idea when or how or why, but I believe it can. For me it is an article of faith to believe that God can and does alter this sometimes machine like existence we call life. For me this ‘truth’ is part of what the incarnation was and the resurrection continues to be about.
To pray to a god who cannot assist, cannot respond, is possibly personally edifying and maybe helpful for the health of the mind, but it is not adequate for me.
I saw a sign. It said “There is probably no God” and I thought, so it’s a matter of faith then. The Jews seek Signs and Greeks seek argument.