Hello folks.Believer here. Wondering if any of you ever look at your cell phones, or pray, and then look at the skies and get angry. I watch these documentaries about cosmos and things. I see these mind boggling comparisons. God put so much energy into junk floating around in the sky. Why can't we get a phone call when our loved ones die? Or hear a voice, or something? And I don't mean something like "an odd tingling sensation when I prayed that one time".
Recently I said goodbye to a feline friend I had for 17 years. From 15 to 32, he was always there, every night. This is the kind of cat that would follow me around the house, come, when I called him. People said the way he meowed at them made him seem like a little person. He was on my bed every night, from the lonely teenage years befor I could drive, to my dad passing, to my sister getting married, to her getting divorced five years later, and so on. Every night for 17 years.
Anyway, as he passed away it has hurt. I started thinking why God can have some stupid gas cloud floating billions of miles away in space for no apparent reason, but won't talk directly to us even in our most painful moments. Think about it: all the energy our species has spent on communicating throughout history. Everything from smoke signals to phone calls and video conferences, and all the electric to run them and maintain them. Yet it is virtually nothing in comparison to one star such as our Sun. We don't have the capability of measuring the number of stars. God made each of those. When has he explicitly communicated to us? Well, we have the Bible. We have Christ's life. But does Christ call us on the phone? Is he walking around here and now to talk with you and tell you he feels your pain? I see those stars still burning and think "well, God has all that energy for all that stuff just burning in the sky, but doesn't have the energy to send some sound waves my way so I can hear " its OK Matthew. Levi is with me now" or something.
I had similar thoughts when my dad passed away, but for some reason this time they hit me harder in my feelings. You know, when I took care of Levi went back to the family farm. I had not read my Bible in a while, and for some reason felt an odd compulsion. "Just open it up", I heard in my head. " but why? I'm exhausted and don't even have the energy to study right now", "you just should. Just open it up.". So I did, and it opened right to the Gospel of Matthew in a section subtitled " Christ calls Levi". Stuff like that gives hope, and I feel a little better. But when I look at what God has done with those pointless balls of burning gas, it sure seems like a pittance. Even visiting us in the flesh once seems like a pittance. It's like "once? Just once? What about the rest of us? We're supposed to just sit here and wonder and struggle with doubt as we suffer?"
For some context, this season of doubt I am having: it all started with an Android app called "Text God". It has a picture of a Cross as the background. You type your message, press "Send", and it says "Message sent!" and erases the messages. It occurs to me, "God has the power to respond to that text message, but He doesn't. When I don't respond to my family's text messages they feel hurt, ignored, and say it's not right for me to not respond." Then, as an engineer I thought how many watts of energy God would have to use to make a text message appear on my phone. Then I thought about how much energy He put in each of those stars. You can probably see the disconnect and cause for introspection.
Please offer your thoughts and share.
Recently I said goodbye to a feline friend I had for 17 years. From 15 to 32, he was always there, every night. This is the kind of cat that would follow me around the house, come, when I called him. People said the way he meowed at them made him seem like a little person. He was on my bed every night, from the lonely teenage years befor I could drive, to my dad passing, to my sister getting married, to her getting divorced five years later, and so on. Every night for 17 years.
Anyway, as he passed away it has hurt. I started thinking why God can have some stupid gas cloud floating billions of miles away in space for no apparent reason, but won't talk directly to us even in our most painful moments. Think about it: all the energy our species has spent on communicating throughout history. Everything from smoke signals to phone calls and video conferences, and all the electric to run them and maintain them. Yet it is virtually nothing in comparison to one star such as our Sun. We don't have the capability of measuring the number of stars. God made each of those. When has he explicitly communicated to us? Well, we have the Bible. We have Christ's life. But does Christ call us on the phone? Is he walking around here and now to talk with you and tell you he feels your pain? I see those stars still burning and think "well, God has all that energy for all that stuff just burning in the sky, but doesn't have the energy to send some sound waves my way so I can hear " its OK Matthew. Levi is with me now" or something.
I had similar thoughts when my dad passed away, but for some reason this time they hit me harder in my feelings. You know, when I took care of Levi went back to the family farm. I had not read my Bible in a while, and for some reason felt an odd compulsion. "Just open it up", I heard in my head. " but why? I'm exhausted and don't even have the energy to study right now", "you just should. Just open it up.". So I did, and it opened right to the Gospel of Matthew in a section subtitled " Christ calls Levi". Stuff like that gives hope, and I feel a little better. But when I look at what God has done with those pointless balls of burning gas, it sure seems like a pittance. Even visiting us in the flesh once seems like a pittance. It's like "once? Just once? What about the rest of us? We're supposed to just sit here and wonder and struggle with doubt as we suffer?"
For some context, this season of doubt I am having: it all started with an Android app called "Text God". It has a picture of a Cross as the background. You type your message, press "Send", and it says "Message sent!" and erases the messages. It occurs to me, "God has the power to respond to that text message, but He doesn't. When I don't respond to my family's text messages they feel hurt, ignored, and say it's not right for me to not respond." Then, as an engineer I thought how many watts of energy God would have to use to make a text message appear on my phone. Then I thought about how much energy He put in each of those stars. You can probably see the disconnect and cause for introspection.
Please offer your thoughts and share.
