Faith

I have a passion for language. As with any passion, the very thing I love is often the source of frustration. In order to be useful, words must have an agreed upon meaning, otherwise we are just babbling at each other.

Faith: A complete trust or confidence in something.

I have faith that Jesus of Nazareth is the son of God. There are a variety of reasons for that faith, and as I examine them against the argument “there is more evidence that Jesus existed than that Julius Caesar existed” I find that the argument is faith. One argument for Caesar is that he wrote books, while Jesus was only written about. That would indicate more faith in the person who says the books were authored by Julius Caesar, there is no “proof” that he actually wrote the books. Meanwhile, there are multiple sources contributing to the Bible, and for some reason the story of a Jewish carpenter has survived two thousand years after his life on Earth.

Certainly Jesus of Nazareth existed, and the fact that his story survives through today is one indication that he is the son of God.

The argument comes down to “Do you believe in God”, if you do not, you cannot believe that Jesus was his son. If you do believe in God, then you are worthy of arguing whether Jesus was his son.

Do you believe in “The curse of the Bambino”? That having traded Babe Ruth to the New York Yankees, Boston was cursed to not win a world series for 86 years? Yet to believe that Jews would eternally have difficulty with hand tools for rejecting a carpenter seems foolish?

If the New Testament had been one story, it would be easy to dismiss. But it is several stories, all told from different vantage points, of the same events. The lesson within the story is there are different interpretations to reality. You and I see something, we describe it differently, at some level that proves that the event actually took place. One rule of interrogation is when multiple sources tell precisely the same story, it indicates they could be lying.

Can you prove that you exist? It all comes down to what you accept as proof. We exist because we have faith we exist. We have the testimony of our senses. We sleep at night and our senses tell us we can fly. Where our consciousness separates from the universe defines our existence. We choose to believe whatever we believe, we accept that reality. Mine is no more valid than yours.

This week’s scripture comes from Douglas Adams’s book “The Hitchhiker’s guide to the Galaxy”:

“Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mind-bogglingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as the final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God. The argument goes something like this: “I refuse to prove that I exist,'” says God, “for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.” “But,” says Man, “The Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn’t it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don’t. QED.””Oh dear,” says God, “I hadn’t thought of that,” and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.”Oh, that was easy,” says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.”

Where is your faith? What proof do you require?

 

 

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One comment on “Faith

  1. Mari Collier says:

    Well said. As William Durant said in one of his volumes (The Story of Civilization: Caesar and Christ, if pedagogues had all the writings on Socrates that are on Jesus Christ they would never doubt them. I’ll admit it is a bit paraphrased as I do not have time to look it up.

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