Intelligent Design or Impossible Odds

Hugh Ross

 

Sometimes when people relax, they’ll put on netflix or play a video game or just go to a movie.  I watch YouTube.   It’s nostalgic of the old Star Trek menu planner where you put in your order of preference and you reach through a glass door.  Your food is served on a platter.  YouTube is not much different. Depending on your mood, you can go into hilarious fails, precious pets, old 70s TV shows, or physics lectures.

I finally hit a YouTube video that completely blew me away.

Scientific Evidence for the Christian Faith by Hugh Ross is a commentary of anything but “faith”.  This is science and it never once crosses the realm into “Well, you just gotta have faith” territory.  Believing without evidence is just not something that I can ever adhere to, whether it is a gossip claim by a family member or insight by a spiritualist. Personally, I need first hand knowledge and experience; historical records, mathematical proof, solid evidence.

This lecture gives Hebrew translations of the original Bible while introducing words in Hebrew that are not in the English language. Such words as “expanding universe” and “other dimensions” are relayed during Biblical times when there is no possible way that an expanding universe could have even been fathomed.  Ross, exposes these “miracles of knowing” several times in this lecture.

For about two years, I fell into the physics’s aversion to intelligent design by embracing the concept of a multiverse. As scientific evidence is gathered more and more into understanding that our existence borders on the edge of impossible, more and more outrageous saviors come from the concept of probability. The scientific community is surrendering to the fact that this galaxy, this solar system, this planet, the existence of life itself is against nearly impossible odds.  The fine tuning of our universe is apparent in the mathematics of existence.  We could not possibly be here by chance.  So the concept of multiverses enters the scene.  Given an infinite number of universes, the chances of the near impossible formula for this kind of balance we have in the evolution of our universe, our solar system, ourselves, well…eventually there will be an “existence” in the balance our universe is gifted with. So there must be an infinite number of universes.  We just happen to be the lucky one.

As we study and learn the awesomeness of everything around us and everything we are a part of, it becomes more and more evident that something else comes into play.  Whether that is intelligent design or infinite probability is up to the individual to decide.  The spooky calamity that is beginning to haunt pure science is the evidence in the written Word that was given to a civilization during a time when there was not enough understanding to even empathize, let alone embrace the fact that there are billions of other planets out there. Where did this insight come from? But it’s there, according to strict interpretation.

Ross is brilliant in the presentation of scientific evidence for the existence of intelligent design.  He takes us on a journey of impossible odds in a universe of perfect balance and beauty.  You will not only learn about the universe and its perfect nature that is more awe inspiring than even your imagination can fathom, you will be spiritually magnetized. Even the most devout atheist will be left with the feeling…”What if…”

Just past half way in this video, there is a Q and A period that is, perhaps one of the best I have ever seen in any lecture presented.  This is NOT one of those times when the questions are a waste of time.  The questions are intelligent and bring in concepts that even physicists would ask.  Real quality questions, real quality answers adorn this lecture with curiosity at its finest.

 

Intelligent Design or Happen-chance. Hugh Ross has a compelling argument.

 

 

Safe Haven Bares the Soul

Last Christmas as a stocking stuffer, I bought the book, Safe Haven for one of my daughters. We had named our home Safe Haven about ten years ago and so the title was personally sentimental.  On top of that, both of us appreciate Nicholas Sparks and the messages of life he offers as true gifts either through his books or the films based on such.  My daughter did read it and thanked me many times over.  Then the movie came out and we planned a time to go together with another one of my daughters who had this film on her movie bucket list.  It was not just a girl’s night out.  It was not just another movie. Watching this film together was a profound memory we made.

Nicholas Sparks always has a way of getting deep inside of our soul and pulling out the best of us.  I have seen many of his movies.  As a matter of fact, I make it a point. This one tops them all.  It completely tops them all and rises to heights as magnificent as the throne of God. By the time the film was over and the credits were rolling in front of me, I could care less about who played what part.  I was still into the story.  I turned to my two daughters, and with tears still flowing from my eyes, mentioned that I wanted to just stay there and cry for thirty minutes.  ”Can you just give me 30 minutes?”  They smiled their angelic smiles but it was time to go. We all stood up to walk to the car.  They thought I was kidding.  I wasn’t.  I was “blown away” with emotions.  If I hadn’t stood up and walked as a distraction, I would have completely lost control.

This movie hits home in its plot about moving on and moving into the lives of people who are missing someone taken too soon.  I have a step-daughter whose mother carelessly took her own life.  We can reflect on our own experiences and take the gift of humility from this movie. It is inspiring and perspective provoking.  It drives our inspiration, our appreciation, our hearts. Upon arriving home I called my step-daughter at work just to tell her I love her and how much I look forward to being with her for the rest of my life. When she mentioned all of the teenage oddities she once bore, I told her they still hold a place in my love for her.  While processing all of these emotions during the epiphanies in our lives, we touch the form of pure, unconditional love.  Nicholas Sparks was able to get at the very core of this.

Even on the other hand, one reason why I went to this movie in the first place is because I was told that the lung problems I’ve been having is because of the damage the blood clot I threw at the birth of my first child is returning to kick me in the back.  I needed to get out after being laid up for so long and still rest. They tell me  I’m lucky to have lived through it. Mortality. It’s events like this that give us the gift of questioning, “What if?”   Again, I reflected on my own mortality, not just my step daughter’s mother, but mine.  We all face loss.  We all try to gather strength from it and we all realize what we have when it’s gone. Nicholas Sparks commands that journey into the very crux of our souls where we come to terms with the biggest question of all.  That question is, “Where can we place our heart, make a difference, and fill in?”.

Would anyone be able to fill my shoes of devotion and unconditional love for the people I cherish? Could someone treat my husband with the love, passion, and respect I feel for him?  Could they love my children like I love my children with insurmountable and unconditional love and loyalty; to die for them like I would?

This movie asks the big questions that we are masters at avoiding.  In our arrogance we believe in our own immortality. It doesn’t erase the truth that our mortality is eminent.  It doesn’t erase our responsibility as human beings to “fill in” for the people who are forced out beyond their will.

Quite frankly:

I don’t consider a movie a success unless it has a theme that gives us at least one, if not a few epiphanies. I don’t consider a movie a success unless it gives us a gift of meaning in life and the delivery is with honor. A successful movie gives us characters that we can see in ourselves; the good and the bad within us. The deeper it goes to expose our vulnerabilities and strengths, the better the movie.

A good movie treats its villains with justice and its heroes with divine intervention. A good movie gives us the highest exposure of our own questions.

You don’t need the high thrill rides of action films, the gore and erotica so popular in today’s movie theaters.  You don’t need the computer animations, the sensational “Wow” of technological accomplishments.  All you need is a friendly town with people who are real and a few true to life challenges of good vs. evil.  As long as you bring along your heart and soul and you open them up to possibilities, you will receive a tremendous gift of a promise as you watch the silver screen.

In Safe Haven, Nicholas Sparks delivers that promise. He gives us an awareness that we are all intertwined, in wait of somewhere to put our love, our loyalty, our devotion, and our heart so that we can touch the life of another and make their lives something to behold.

We are just a touch away from the profound difference we can make in someone else’s life.

What Dreams May Come – The Novel

The brilliance behind I am Legend, The Box, and others is Richard Matheson. What Dreams May Come is His Most Prized Work.

If you have read this book, the first part of this post will make sense, if not, please humor  me because in order to embrace the meaning of Richard Matheson’s genius in this work, I would like to make a connection to everyone through personal experiences we have all had in like kind.

I could always tell when my kids were sick and what they had, at least within an unusual amount of success.  When my oldest daughter was expecting her baby, I knew about it long before anyone else. It was more than a feeling, it was a “crossing over” sensation, as if I left the realm of time and I was sitting on the edge  of  ”all that is connected.”  This is the first time I have voiced this.  I did the same when my grandson was conceived.  I knew.  Even before my son did. I even left a little hinting at it in a blog without saying what the up and coming joy was going to be.  This is only the beginning of what I “feel” in this regard. There are other phenomenons that come to me from a distant “gathering place”.  When my friend is in peril, I call her and she asks how I knew.   My pastor uses the same insight. I heard from him just before I ask for his help when my mom took a downturn and passed away, when my children are devastated and he wants to help the family through prayer, he writes an email in the middle of the week to ask if we need help.  How does he know? When my friends are suffering a loss, he is there to ask.  He always writes and asks how he can pray that day.  His timing is beyond coincidence. There IS something more than what we see.

Finally, I took a class on psychic awareness and found that we all possess something.  I always chalked it up to science; “Time is man made, quantum levels are at the root of communication without being in contact yet, our physical senses are limited and reality is beyond them.”  I started reading more physics books, the scientific ones that give evidence and advances to the unseen realities.  Brian Greene, Fred Adam Wolf, Paul Davies, all line my bookshelf over years of fascination with this psychic connection we all share.  Some are atheists, some are not.  On some level, it doesn’t really matter.  What we are learning is that there are different planes of existence that work through different vibrations. Physics knows this.

I asked questions like “Why do we have self-sacrifice if our genes are our only dictates?”  Biology alone does not always make sense.  Where does loyalty come from in good men who would, in the pure physical state, run rampant and reproduce with every woman he sees?  Where does this kind of loyalty come into play in pure biological survival?  It doesn’t. There is something more.  Morals oftentimes transcend DNA expectations for survival.  Richard Dawkins could give it a listen.

How was Job told that the Earth hangs on “nothing” in a time when explanations were of turtles and elephants and Atlas holding up the heavy load?  How is it perceived that the earth is circular in ancient biblical terms when the culture believed it was flat?  Where is genetic memory stored?  How is a prodigy, a prodigy?  As a writer, I know that the book I have just written was already there.  I was the instrument to its manifestation, nothing more.  How many musicians have said the same thing?  How do artists, who uncover the stone, get to the form within?  Evidence for something greater than our physical selves is everywhere.  I like to think that when I do a good deed, it comes from God, not my own “goodness”.

Once, I had a dream that was more.  Not long after my mother left this plane and I grieved so immensely at her graveside, I begged her to let me know she is OK.  She did.  The next night I took a walk with her in a dream that was more vivid than reality. The colors were brighter, the sounds were detailed, her voice was specific, her mannerisms.  Even some of the elements of what made her, HER came back to me, things I was beginning to forget.  We talked and I remember thinking that the element of time was not even a factor.  I couldn’t even say how long I was with her because it was infinite in a way I can’t even begin to describe. It was a definition of eternal that went beyond anything my senses could fathom or my voice can speak.  At that point, I became an avid believer, doubtless, and positive that our lives are only a fraction of what is.  Oh, I always believed in the possibility and live my life accordingly, but this time, the next day after my mother gave me this gift, all doubt was cast off.

Intuition is just that; a connection to something much bigger than ourselves. We all have it.  The psychics who claim it as a gift are eloquent in their speaking and convincing in their words, yet arrogant in their claim because it is not unique or limited.  Because we exist, we are all a part of it.

Are there soul mates?  No doubt.  I can name them all who are currently in my life.

Enter Richard Matheson and the book he has authored that he is most proud of.   He dropped his unique and genius horror and stepped into real life eternity in What Dreams May Come.  In this novel, outside of his mold,  Matheson quenches our thirst for answers by drawing on the personal evidence that is in everyone’s life.  His work is based on research and the bibliography that he dresses his manuscript with is testimonial.  Some are New Age, some are  Tibetan and there are many in between.  Many! His evidence  is universal and personal.  The near death experiences can not be over rated in this piece. They dictate a lot of our beliefs in life after life.  If the reader goes through the bibliography, they may find that some of his research are books we have already read in the past.  I found 7 that are on my list of  ”have read” and 4 that are on my book shelf.  Like the claim of connection within his works, the books out there are just as bound to his truth.

I find it interesting that the man who influenced Stephen King the most, is the man who gives his readers the greatest calm in life and the greatest peace wherein we are not afraid to die.  Indeed, this book has changed the lives of his readers, leading them into the exact opposite of horror.

The creativity begins on page one as a strange woman delivers a manuscript to the brother of the deceased who writes in first person.  The entire work is this manuscript. But it is merely a manuscript, come to inform a loved one from the “other side”.  The creativity doesn’t stop there. Underlying the entire theme is the concept of soul mates.  This read is not only easy, it is fast because of the fascination that is a draw for anyone who wants to understand the deepest questions of existence.  It answers questions for all religions and science while bringing both together in a way that validates it all.  The reader is left with the possibility that death is not death but birth while living at the level of energy reduced to matter is the real death.  Is it juxtaposition that we view leaving this life as death, when in reality, we are living a kind of death and await our birth when our body ceases to function?

These are the kinds of realities that we are presented with in Matheson’s work.

Enter Hollywood twenty years later in What Dreams May Come starring Robin Williams and Cuba Gooding Jr.  If you have seen the movie and feel like you don’t need to read the book, you might consider the stories are as different as if the main characters are separate individuals.  Reading the text, it is apparent why the book is more powerful with the exception of visual effects.  The story itself is different, the characters are different, the circumstances are different.  One wonders why the titles are the same.  It’s not the same story.

Whether you are Buddhist, Christian, or agnostic, this story gives pause and some real elements of validation. The accuracy of the near death experience in people I’ve spoken to and stories I’ve read are spot on in this work.  Even the event of suicides coincide with the research showing that those who take their own lives live an experience different than other.  Matheson’s account is perfect.

Intuition, creativity, prodigies, near death experiences, de ja vu, and other psychic phenomenon is clearly marked and given substance in this novel. Although I did see a leap of faith that can’t be as scientifically proven in reincarnation.  There is still some scientific validity intertwined when the descriptions of vibrations and levels of existence are addressed .  The low vibration of energy that gives us matter introduces us to our physical life.  Mind is reality according to this novel.  After reading some physicists explanations of quantum theory, we have to ask, “Is this possible?”

This is a book that you can’t put down. Matheson’s description of the arrogants who live in their own personal illusion of grandeur while hurting others is extended into the story in such an intricate way.  The overall message is Christian and Buddhist.  Love is the destination as we live our life toward perfection so that we can one day meld in with the divine.  There is forgiveness at work and there is a raw awareness of the pain we cause others in our choices. If we live negatively, we die the same and that is the structure of our after life.  We create our own Hell with the power of our mind and we create our own positive light with the same.

The Truth of Questions of Truth – Polkinghorne

Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind.

…Albert Einstein

 

Questions of Truth is not an ordinary Christian book.  This is the type of book that doesn’t defy science in its quest for spiritual answers. As a matter of fact, it is saturated in evidence and meaningful metaphors that embrace biblical stories and history while handing the reader a few pauses  and “hmmms” in a rather spooky rendition of  ”wows”. Basically Polkinghorne takes the Bible from a perspective of a history book, offering proof of the geography and evidence it claims in other historical accounts of ancient civilization. It is numbing to see the full spectrum of biblical accounts outside of the bible.

Leaving no stone unturned, Polkinghorne even tackles Genesis with an explanation of scientific metaphors that are so fitting, it would even take the breath away from skeptics.

I was handed this book during a discussion with an exceptionally intelligent friend of ours who is years ahead of me  in Bible study and ancient history.  I was captivated because we were on the same note of doubt and skepticism in religion. As I tried to explain to our friends that it was a deep faith in physics that can often lead to the conclusion of divine evolution, he handed me this publication. Taking spirituality on faith alone is not something I can possibly do.   With Polkinghorne, I found that, down to some very minute details, science and religion do not contradict each other as much as they compliment each other.  The evidence of religion is founded in science.

This book is written for such people who will never deny the science of evolution, both universal and biological while handing over logical interpretations of biblical accounts.

From Adam, defined as the first humanoid ancestor of man who had a conscience in his sententious, to Christ’s death, as detailed by modern forensics, this book offers enough to give anyone pause, even an avid scientific believer.

According to Polkinghorne, there is no “crossing over” to religion from science.   There is a harmonious bond between them.

I would recommend this to anyone who is an “old Earth” Christian, mesmerized by the art of nature and a strong belief in both evolution and design.

According to Polkinghorn, science and religion are not at opposite ends of the spectrum. They are complimentary companions to the meaningful answers we seek.

Identity Theft Stole My Faith in Movies

Tradition has fallen by the wayside in more ways than one.  Wherever I go, I see people zombified by their phones as they web surf nonsense and ignore the person they are with. Spending time with someone is now standing side by side in cyberspace, ignoring each other.  You can carry a semiautomatic weapon to JC Penney but you can’t pray in a classroom that is infiltrated by a serial killer.

The world left me behind a long time ago. I think it went when I was put on the chopping block with vulgar profanities delivered by a family member.

Unfortunately, I started to think.

Even worse than that, once I stopped in to see a movie about a little boy’s teddy bear companion who stays by his side his entire life.  How sweet.  But in today’s world, that movie is drowning in crude language sexual promiscuity, and a heavy stream of vulgarity, slamming us for over an hour.  That was a long movie. Still, the irresponsibility of the director, producer, and media in general today gets approval.

I will never understand where decency went and the kind of disrespect it takes to throw this kind of emotional purging our way.  What did we ever do to them?

So too goes Identity Theft.  This film takes a real situation; a concept of forgiveness, friendship, and an unlikely attachment of extending family values then rips it at the seams midway.

What could have been a movie and an untainted, true source of morality lesson was cancered by robbing  the soul of personal dignity.  I tried to like Diana, and I felt the manipulation of the script, the director, and the plot to lead me there.  This is not a bad thing.  This is how theatrical art gains its strength and theme.  Then, as if the evil intent of the film makers doused the audience with total destruction of values in the hotel scene, the movie and character was marred with nonsense.  It’s been days since I saw the movie and I still see no value in the vulgar sex scene.  Had the scene been left out, it would not have lowered the quality of the movie.  As a matter of fact, it would have given more power to the intent.  Giving someone a second chance is a cliche theme, but certainly valuable enough that is worth repeating many times over.  On so many levels, it is a moral triumph.  But the feeling was lost in that one scene.

The actors did a fine job.  Jason Bateman and Melissa McCarthy are superb and do their name well.  It’s Jerry Eeten and Craig Mazin who deserve the wet noodle.  Besides the poor taste of ridiculing larger women, the morality of the movie is in question.

Some things are so disgusting, they aren’t even funny.  I couldn’t get past the innocence of the children as they put their faith in Diana while seeing the true character of her in the back of my mind.

Sometimes, we see a movie that is too long, gives us too much, exposes pieces that it never should because, as in real life, too much information and exposure to some people can damage our respect for them.

Identity Theft is this.

We witnessed families with young children  in the audience  being scooted from the theater through the exit. I turned to my daughter, now an adult, and said, “I’d leave too if I had younger kids.”  I wanted to leave with my adult child.

It’s a sign of the times; irresponsible media that blasts holes in the flesh of anyone who gets in the way, intolerance toward anyone who breathes, sexual favors at the drop of a dime with no investment in emotion or integrity, and sheer disrespect that blankets the entire world from family through community to countries.

What was a promise of a film with an underlying value of morality and a lesson on being cautious on the electronic dangers of identity, became sensationalism and a pointless drive toward a superficial end; to get an R rating and thus, more money from the box office.  They almost made a pretty good film.

 

 

 

 

Medieval Times – Taking Us There

Horses understand art.

They say that children have a vivid imagination because their brains can, anatomically, default into Theta Waves more readily than an adult’s  can.  I remember riding an imaginary horse throughout my childhood.  We visited countrysides all around the world.  In my late teens and early twenties, I was besotted with the tale of King Arthur and the Round Table, spawned by the film, Camelot with Richard Harris and Vanessa Redgrave.  In the legend, I found my heroes and villains  and as I go through life, the connections I get with this all encompassing legend are far too close for comfort.

Then, as I aged, I researched the real King Arthur and found out he was a warrior who won battles, lived far before the age of Chivalry, and was separated by Merlin, the court magician by five hundred years.  So much for the sword in the stone. Still, my early years of theta waves have left their mark and every year on the first of May, I go “amaying” in celebration of a tale that has won the hearts of so many in a world that often falls short of happy endings.

Not since I was a child have I been able to fantasize like I have while being seated in the grand arena of Medieval Times.  If only for the moment, I am swept up into the era of grace and chivalry, of lords and ladies and the adventures of kings battling evil and actually winning a noteworthy triumph in the end.  Medieval Times is one of the few places to dine where the experience is worth the tab.  On any table in the world, food can only get so good and I have paid more far more for far less in other restaurants.

Medieval Times is not just a restaurant, it is an experience.  Even beyond that, it is a time portal that works. The actors have an air of proper mannerism that is noticed in the onset.  They radiate a respect of civility our era has lost sight of.  It is a head shaker as we blink to realize we are still in the 21st century.  And this doesn’t happen very often. Their gallant stance and movements of grace are reminders of everything we have lost in the informality of our times.  The dress of competition is as gallant as the horses, bred for display and righteousness to come to terms between good and evil, right and might, defeat and triumph.  Their stories that unfold before us in the arena are just this.

Medieval Times is walking in a fairy tale untainted with fear.  It is a belief in an underlying element of human decency, kindness, and heroes while the audience plays a part at reviving this lost legend of respect. Still, it is even more.

Watching a horse dance to the tune of the rider’s whim is a sight to behold in and of itself.  The feats these gallant animals propose is mesmerizing and true to the agility of their beauty, a beauty I never thought possible.  Horses understand art and movement beyond imagination.  Stunning and true, the grace of their spirit is put on display and it is, perhaps, one of the best parts of the show.

It is no wonder that reservations are essential.  The cost Medieval Times must sacrifice in resources, funding, and labor is phenomenal and definitely apparent.

The food?  It is an afterthought.  Eating with our fingers seems gluttonous and surreal but fitting and celebratory.  As vegetarians, my daughter and I were spared the finger licking gestures and we were given utensils but the mood still lingers with the meat eaters of the family, my son, my husband. It was so fitting. The food is good, better than it has to be because the real draw is living the fantasy.

This is an adventure, a time portal, a fairy tale, and a landmark to embrace if only for a once upon a time.

Jousting is the highlight of the show, though there is so much more in store.

Life of Pi – A Conquest of Faith

How do you even begin to do a review on this movie?  Where do you start?  This movie is universal.  It is eternal.  It is beyond words.

The cinematography alone was enough reason to go.  Sublime, stunning, and absolutely in balance with Earth’s most pristine connectiveness, this film is mesmerizing to the eye.  That eye on the beauty of life and the jigsaw pieces that come into play with survival weaves an intricate pathway to the heart.

Trapped in every scene with no will to escape them, the meaning of every word and the thrill of every color holds us captive, intense and longing for more.  This movie breaks every law of physical timing as it puts us into a fleeting journey that we pick up at the theater and take with us into the world outside.

Suffering, loss, guilt, and loyalty is bound up into a neat little package of life’s questions with answers unveiled.

The Life of Pi is the Book of Job, without the anger or the questioning, without the lamenting, without the humanness.  The Life of Pi is divine.  The life of Pi is life itself.  As Pi is victimized by the storms of nature’s apathy, he stands in what is left after all has been taken, and still, he gives his life over to his God.  Even on the edge of death, with nothing left, he embraces his life, thankful to a God he could easily forsake.  The parallel is with his father who gave up his God in the face of Polio.  In contrast, the son has nothing left and he is still in prayer and praise for his maker.  In his fear, he sees purpose.  In his loss he sees gratitude, in his dying, he sees life.

Even beyond all of this, he embraces his gift of sacrifice to save the life of he who gives him purpose. This is a story of someone who “gets it” in giving, in an all encompassing understanding of suffering and sacrifice, he risks his life in forgiveness and offering to hand over his service and survival to one who hangs in the balance. It is his purpose. It keeps him alive.

What a beautiful display of optimism and loyalty, as he relays that underneath, he knew he was watched by his God.  As he tells his tale to ears intent on listening, he points out the nature of human disgrace for their belief in evil; a belief that is more active and satisfying than belief in the divine.

The ending scene offers us a choice to embrace miracles and keep faith in the invisibility of the divine or to herald the evil nature of human beings as something to believe in, instead.  It goes without saying that evil is more believable than divinity on the simple fact that it can be tangibly proven while invisible islands and souls who walk into the forest, undetected, are questioned and doubted. As Pi so eloquently says,  ”And so it goes with God.”

It is up to the viewer to decide…or is it? For should the second story be true and the mystic gifts of miracle are laid down to the impossible, is there really a difference?  Because, you see, behind every tale is a truth in its story, behind every sensationalism is a parable of  underlying reality. Perhaps that truth behind every parable, perhaps in every Book of every concept of God, is a truth that not even an atheist can deny.  Along the seams of His Word, there is an innate Evil inherent,  suppressed, and expressed in all of us. The  Word, simply enables us to know that there is a purpose higher than ourselves. In that is our salvation. And so it goes with God…

Coming to terms with suffering.

This is a film that is stunningly active in visuals.