Recently in her Ministry in Words blog, meinwords penned what I thought was an interesting, thoughtful, and honest piece on her belief in god. She opened AN OPEN LETTER TO THE ATHEIST with a thought I often cannot resist.
If you say there is no God, that we are just physical beings meant to return to oblivion and dust, what’s inside us that makes us desire love, appreciate beauty, or laugh out loud?
I was again taken with what I perceive as an honest desire to engage when I read her response to my initial comment.
meinwords on August 10, 2014 at 9:35 PM
There are many things we cannot explain about God, but that doesn’t mean that He doesn’t exist. Aside from my own conviction, science points to His existence. I guess what I’d really like to ask to all those who have commented is: Isn’t there a mysticism involved in your belief, considering you cannot prove His non-existence? What if there is a Creator?
What follows is my response. Rather than post a comment reply, I offer it all, the thoughts of meinwords and my own, for anyone interested. While we share no common ground in significant aspects of our worldviews, I find meinwords’ openness and honesty refreshing.
I believe we all spend far too much time on proof. It is quite impossible to prove the existence, or non-existence, of any deity. More importantly for me is that I don’t care about either case.
I suspect that position is likely difficult to understand. You might question my ability to truly appreciate the universe if I do not believe it was created by a god. Some believe that morality is impossible absent a creator. What those positions ignore, and their holders fail to appreciate, is a god is not a requisite for the existence of anything beautiful, good, moral, or desirable. What I find sad in that is such persons require the interjection of a deity to appreciate that which is truly magnificent, or merely mundane. For them, neither experience is valid absent their external third party.
What such persons fail to understand of me is that I marvel at our universe, it’s beauty and wonder, at babies, insects, leaves, trees and mountains, to no lesser degree than they. I simply require no third party, no creator, to appreciate beauty and wonder. I appreciate those things on their own merit. In that regard, I would judge such appreciation and wonder as pure, in that it exists due only to the participation the observer and the observed. To address morality, I require no controller to create and manipulate my character. I meet a rather high moral standard absent such influence.
Perhaps most importantly, I do not require an answer to every question. I am in no way diminished by not grasping the mathematics that underlies the physics that has yet to explain in full our universe. I am excited by those unknowns; invigorated by the mysteries.
What I find disturbing is the idea that there are no mysteries of our existence. How terrible it would be to know everything. How sad for there to be nothing left to discover or understand.