Though we may sometimes tire of formulating the answers, we are often forced to consider what we believe and why we believe it, when asked both simple and profound questions by our children. Really, no question should be off limits when contemplating the cosmos. It's a shame when adults loose the curiosity so common in a child. We should all desire to ask questions. That's what theology seeks to do - to ask the questions that might lead to the answers, or that might lead to the understanding that some questions can't be answered in this life. As Anselm of Canterbury put it: theology is faith seeking understanding. I believe that there's so much more to our world and our reality than what immediately lies at the surface. I think most people believe this as well. Unfortunately, in a world full of distractions, and some of them quite amazing, many don't take the time to ask the questions that might lead to ultimate answers. Here are some questions that came to my mind on Christmas Eve. I believe that the answer to all of these questions arrived in the most unexpected of ways some 2,000 years ago in Bethlehem.
Are we just an insignificant dot of light - a cosmic amalgamation of dust and debris spinning around an average star in an average galaxy?
Will any of this matter in a million, or a billion, or a trillion years when the universe is shred to bits and pieces; gradually torn a part into a cold nothingness?
Are we just an accident of mindless atoms colliding randomly - creating the illusion of structure, purpose, and meaning? Creating even the illusion of personhood?
Is this just an act - a charade - a put on of the grandest scale - one big universal joke? Could such a joke be any more cruel?
Is there really any purpose and meaning to any of this?
Or is this long march of history really nothing more substantial than the latest "tweet" or an episode of reality TV?
Do black lives, white lives, brown lives - do any lives really matter?
Is this something, really nothing?
Or; is there something more? - Shay