The Universe On A Tightrope: A World of Balance

So I came across a site the other night that, if likened to sandpaper, would be 80-grit abrasiveness. Accusations after sarcasm-dripping accusations being furiously hurtled at all religions and why they are, in fact, false. I’m not even going to hot-link the website, as it is a complete waste of that precious thing known as time.

I’ve heard it said that the man who’s secure in his own beliefs shouldn’t feel the need to caricature anyone else’s. He can instead present them at their strongest.

To which I say a big “I concur!”.

Stepping into an entirely objective outlook for a second, when I look at the world, the one thing I notice instantaneously–and I think we can all agree on this–is that it is just so intricately balanced.

For example:

For every piece of art there will be a critic
For every lover there will be a hater
For every humble person there will be an egotistical maniac
For every tree-hugger there will be a tree-feller
For every person who hates the movie The Titanic with a passion, there will be someone raving about it
For every good driver there will be a decidedly bad one

Stepping back to world-views, one thing’s for certain: If you haven’t had a strong grounding in your faith along with an injection of arguments from both sides of the table, and then read sites throwing around sarcastic notions about your world-view, sprinkling words such as “debunk” and “straw-man” around like Kiwis salting their fish and chips, then you can feel a bit like a blade of grass being tossed around on the winds of philosophy. Slightly amusing to some, but to others who are going through it, more like strangely unnerving and rather depressing.

But these moments of instability are quite important sometimes, because they make you dive deeper into what you believe, hopefully to find more answers.

Stepping out of objective mode again I’m going to share in part the way I perceive things.

When I look up in the evening and see a sky peppered with stars,
When I stand at the summit of a high hill and stare across a gaping valley,
When I look at the depth of love of a mother in a third-world country cradling her starving child after sacrificing her food for it,
When I fly in a plane over an immense ocean,
When I look at a human offering forgiveness after being shockingly wronged,
When I look at the simple joys of a family appreciating each other,
When I think about the complexity of the DNA code that makes us all so individual and uniquely special,

I think of the idea of an unintelligent, incoherent, random order of events being responsible for it all and I just . . . don’t . . . get it.

But when I look and see these things, and I think about a grand architect–someone with a plan and a purpose–who is infinitely balanced and in all ways and manners rather mysterious . . .

Now that I understand.

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