A friend of mine posted a video clip of a debate between an atheist and a believer on her Facebook wall this morning:
It reminded me of an exquisite chapter in a book I’m currently reading. Chapter 38, called “Fireflies”, in Jonathan Odell’s first novel, “The View from Delphi”, reveals a moment of epiphany for a character.
Watching fireflies as dusk turns to twilight reveals the truth that God embodies the darkness as fully as He represents the Light. A disgraced Reverend in the company of a young child recognizes that the Creator is the Matrix in which everything exists.
I hope that the atheist featured in the video above eventually has his own moment of enlightenment to eliminate his admitted confusion.
Someone else posted this status to his Facebook wall this morning: “I don’t ‘believe’ in God. I KNOW God!” Amen, Brother!
My own epiphany occurred in 2004. The illumination began when I checked out a book from the library: Secrets in the Fields – The Science and Mysticism of Crop Circles, by Freddy Silva.
I have considered myself a redeemed believer since 1981, but all the evidence had been provided externally. Don’t misunderstand me – I had received the Holy Spirit, but the internal realization of all Truth was revealed to me through a study of quantum mechanics. An in-depth investigation of the mystery of crop circles led me quickly to the conclusion that God represents all Truth.
This revelation gave new meaning to a story I heard at a Christian Women’s Conference featuring Anne Graham Lotz. She retold a story about when a close friend was facing her moment of death. She sat up in bed, face aglow, proclaiming, “It’s all true!” Now, Ms. Lotz interpreted this to mean that the veracity of every Christian teaching was revealed in her first glimpse of Heaven. Why stop there?
“It’s all true!” Everything. Because it’s all God. All of it. From the hope of identifying the “God Particle” of quantum physics to the yet undiscovered edges of endless space, God is. He is the Great I Am.
Science proves it. Everything proves it if one looks closely enough. Sadly, too many churches refuse to rejoice in this reality. They prefer to limit Truth in their efforts to monopolize and capitalize on faith.
Once I concluded my own study, titled Superstring Theory in Seven Dimensions – A Quantum Physics Approach to Prayer, I was asked to lead the Women’s Prayer Study at the non-denominational church I attended. I considered this invitation to be providential because I had intuitively written this thesis in the form of a study guide!
The Women’s Ministry Leader wanted to read my work that I intended to use to teach Christian women that their faith in prayer could be converted into scientific certainty. After reading it, she summoned me to a meeting in which she admonished me for mixing Science and Faith. The invitation to lead the class was rescinded. I don’t attend that church any longer because I don’t feel comfortable being shepherded by leaders whose God is so small that they can’t find Him in Science.
There is currently a brouhaha concerning the movie The Shack, in which a grieving father receives healing through the ministry of an African-American woman representing God. While neither the book, by William P. Young nor the movie purports to represent Christian doctrine, it is being judged by that standard of interpretation, consciously disregarding the scripture John 21:25 – “Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them was written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written.”
This social media debate reminded me of when the movie, The Last Temptation of Christ came out in 1988. Oh, the drama! Pastors were being told to preach a special sermon to forbid their congregation members from seeing the movie.
I wrote a letter to the editor of my local newspaper, stating my disapproval of banning a movie based on a book none of those condemning it had dared to read. The pastor of the church I attended at the time happened to read my published letter and requested a visit. He said he wanted to know more about the book. I offered my own copy for him to read, telling him that I read all of Nikos Kazantzakis’ books as a teenager. Kazantzakis’ work revealed his own religious epiphany, climaxing in The Last Temptation of Christ.
I attended his special sermon about the topic, hopeful that he had recognized that neither the book nor the movie was blasphemous. Earthy? Yes. Imaginative? Most certainly!
I found myself bitterly disappointed when my pastor counseled his flock to boycott the movie because of a scene in the movie interpreted to portray Jesus and Peter in a homosexual embrace. Good, God! This false conclusion, based on one brief clip in the film, provided to pastors nationwide without context, revealed more about the psyches of the clergy than the story itself. The sermon proved to me that he had not bothered to read the book at all, preferring to promote the ecumenical agenda to limit truth and maintain control over his congregation. That was the last time I attended.
I have yet to find a church home, but “I know whom I have believed.”