I used to love driving. In a lifetime I’ve wracked up well over 1,000,000 miles with a few years of commercial driving and a lot of touring. I find it relaxing and meditative. I’ve had some of my best thoughts whilst driving and for many years couldn’t wait for an excuse to get in the car and go, go, go, go anywhere.
Nowadays driving isn’t’ as much fun. One sees way too many stupid acts and reckless risks taken. But A nice drive is still the generator of new thoughts.

A few days ago we were chatting (you and me) about knowing about God and my mind returned to that topic as we headed west towards our summer place to pick up a few things I realize might be needed in our new house.
For the tiny little creatures we are we have monumental egos. We think we can understand the entire universe but we have a hard time regulating our own personal lives. As a race we have a horrible history of violence and discontent — nationally, regionally, locally, and all the way down to our most intimate personal relationships. After all, look at the mortality rate for marriage.:
The average length of a marriage in the United States varies depending on factors such as whether it is a first, second, or subsequent marriage. In 2018, the median duration of a first marriage was 21 years, while second marriages lasted around 17 years. For those married three or more times, the median duration was 13 years1. The national average marriage length is just under 20 years, but couples in Maine and West Virginia typically have the longest-lasting unions, lasting for 22.3 years2. However, the average length of a marriage prior to divorce is eight years3.
So much for till death do us part!
But considering that we have a hard time getting along with our “closest” partners in life the idea that we can ken the length and breadth of a supernatural being is the height of absurdity. And yet humans have been fascinated by whether there is something beyond this life and if so, what — or who — might be there to share it with.
I know that a great many people want to deny the existence of any “intelligent” “being” or “power” beyond what we can sense. And yet we are blind to much of the light spectrum, we are deaf to sounds beyond our small hearing range, we cannot smell as well as many of the animals we gather around us, our tastebuds aren’t sensitive enough to prevent us from killing ourselves, etc., etc.. We see ourselves as so powerful, even exploring the universe remotely — and yet we are pretty insignificant beings individually.
True, when acting together we can threaten the livability of our giant planet — but that takes the individual actions of millions of us all doing things that aren’t good for ourselves or for the planet and the speed with which we are killing ourselves is guaranteed to cause death and destruction lasting many years for many more millions still to be born.
Worship is something that makes no sense to the human animal.
wor·ship [ˈwərSHəp]. noun
- the feeling or expression of reverence and adoration for a deity: “the worship of God” · “ancestor worship”
But I guess that’s what gives “worship” its real value. The idea that people with a limited lifespan would take some or all of it and devote it to the adoration of an entity that they can’t see, touch, taste, or hear is the ultimate extravagance. Perhaps that’s why the Christian concept of a God has the power that it has. I can’t speak for other faiths. I don’t understand them, I don’t practice them, I have no significant experience of them. But the idea that a Christian does things, accepts things, and believes things that seem by all human reasoning to have no value to their life — or the lives of others — is the ultimate luxury: a life lived for God and not for self.
A great many people think about heaven and or hell. I suspect that the fact of their thoughts is that they really like what they have here on earth and whatever their concept of anything that may or may not happen after death is pretty much akin to what they know here on earth. It’s hard to imagine what any other form of life might be like — so our idea of utopia or damnation is rooted in experience.
Occasionally humans get glimpses into other realities. Sometimes through art. Sometimes through music. There have been the thinkers who have transported others through actual words or the record of their experiences written down. But the likes of these are hard to find — and yet sometimes those beacons seem to find their way to those who are seeking and illuminate their life in a way that lights a flickering lamp to illuminate others along THEIR pathway.
It’s impossible to understand the unintelligible. We can’t know the unknowable. And yet some of us try. Most of the time the pursuit of God is done silently in private. The lifting of a thought. The tending of a broken heart. A helping hand extended. In thoughts, words, and actions we find ways to reach beyond this present life and touch something immortal, unknowable, too great for our brains to take in entirely.
And at this season we ponder a birth in a manger. A long time ago. We wonder why the promises of that event seem unfulfilled. Some of us give up on hope. Others cling fast. Around the world a sweet incense of devotion arises in a way we cannot sense to a being we know nothing of, really. Some question whether it’s all worth it. Others know that it definitely is. Because Faith IS the evidence of unseen things and the proof of what has not been witnessed.
Merry Christmas to you.
No blog tomorrow. I’ll be back on the 26th. Take care of yourself. Love your family and friends. And lift a glass of good cheer, with our without spirits — but with YOUR spirit.
Peace and love to all.






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