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Me Tarzan: You Tangibility [vs Trust]


In the early hours of Christmas morning, I sent a Tweet to Jesus Christ. Happy Birthday, I told him. For the course of the day, whenever I thought about it, I wanted to cry. This of course is not new because I happen to be highly emotional most days, but it was the sheer tangibility of the exercise that worked me over. I was not praying to the skies. I wasn’t slamming my eyes tight in hopes of a vision. I just… logged on to Twitter and sent him a message. Tangibility. The fact that I could virtually, reach out and say hello to the God of the Universe. iSmile. Of course, it’s not Him; even if his description says, “Carpenter, Healer, God”; even if he cracks me up with posts like, “Dad just told me he was Santa. This ruins everything”. But the idea is strong because there is a level of tangibility to it. Plus, he’s funny. Trust [in a real sense] was never an issue here; a notion Theists love to throw around quite frequently. Maybe it’s his publicist though. …

Trust over tangible proof. It is the Theist way. It is backed up with sermons and inspirational quotes and metaphors like, “You sat in that chair without thinking, TRUSTING it to hold your weight. You put your faith in the chair…” The funny thing is [of course] I can see the chair. More than likely I KNOW who manufactured the chair and can thus make a complaint to the [albeit sour sometimes] source. And while appearances are in fact deceiving, our minds can – at a glance – build a hypothesis that includes weight and comfort to determine the strength of the chair. Our brains can do this kind of thinking so fast, we don’t even realise it. We just… pull up a chair and sit. But to trust a god? Where are the records/the tangible? This is where you say, there ARE records. True. Every major/minor religion has a text with a record of God. But, since none of the sources are alive today…

Get it clear; I’m not saying I’ve never “felt” God’s presence or “seen” God’s hand in things/situations [just a few days ago, I was off the walls, happy by what I perceived was God at work] but if it can be rationally explained what then? Every year, pilgrims of all religions journey to their specific holy place. There, they “feel” the presence of God. I sat down and realised though, that that could just be an emotional response based on a preconceived idea; the foundation of which can be found in what is read. Where is the tangible proof?

Let’s go back to the mind. On a daily basis, the mind races with questions: Do I have to get up now? Why am I still in this job? Should I buy that dress? Will he appreciate it? Do I look alright? Why can’t I get a taxi? Are these people crazy? What should I have for lunch? Grief, curry again? I wonder if there’s traffic? Do we have bread at home? Am I forgetting anything? ALL DAY, our mind questions everything. Some answers may be more forthcoming than others but that does not negate the presence of the question does it? And these questions require a tangible answer. While [for example] I may TRUST that I look well, I’d still like the TANGIBLE evidence by way of a friend’s/family member’s validation of how I look. This is the nature of man.

Now I know enough to know that the questioning/mortal mind is often seen as a barrier to faith and trust. I also know that sometimes you have to let go of everything tangible to reach the intangible. A Theist KNOWS: Trust is respected. Trust is rewarded. Three Hebrew boys were saved from a fire because of Trust. They were not about to compromise, tangible evidence or not.* Meanwhile a disciple was rebuked for asking for proof, post-resurrection.** Still, it wouldn’t hurt to get more than rhetoric or rather, regurgitated material.
My friend/sister has a saying, “Trust God but lock your car door.” iSmirk. Practical/Tangible logic indeed.

*Daniel 3:16-18: “O Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter. If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us…. But even if he does not, we want you to know, O King, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up.”
**John 20:27-29: “Then he said to Thomas, ‘Put your finger here; see my hands…. Stop doubting and believe.’ Thomas said to him, ‘My Lord and my God!’ Then Jesus told him, ‘Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet believed.’”

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