Do you ever wonder for what it is that you are being prepared?

A strange blend of scientific mindset mixed into a spiritual framework; I didn’t always understand that I had a spiritual framework but it was and is true non-the-less.

As a child I questioned everything. It tended to get me in trouble at school, but I do not regret a single question. Is it enough for someone to tell you that something is? Have they earned the right to profess reality?

Who told Sir Isaac Newton that he had the authority to proclaim the, “Laws of Physics?”

Who told Einstein the he had the authority to balk at them? I’m glad he did, because he found Newton flat wrong. Who will find Einstein “wrong?”

The Church silenced Galileo when he asked questions and the religious leaders did the same to Socrates.

You know that you breathe Oxygen because your elementary school teacher told you so. She knew it because her teacher told her so. Keep counting back until some guy decided it was so. Who gave him the authority to decide we breathe oxygen?

If the Earth wasn’t round, would it change your life?

If time wasn’t flat, would it kill you?

Everything we know is based on the assumption that the people before us got it right. We operate solely within the framework into which we were born. What if somebody was wrong? People are wrong often, right?

Christians tend to get freaked out by change. Change, by definition moves an entity. Deeply rooted objects resist moving, many times, to the point of death. In the circles that I run, reality is questionable. I am a Deconstructionist.

If we seek stability like a tree, we are destined to a ripping, tarring death as the earth beneath our leaves shifts and disappears. Do we rely on the Church: a deeply rooted entity, built on the assumptions of past men? Or do we rely on Christ, the definition of divine perfection, removed from our feeble, fleeting reality.

I am suspended by the knowledge and love of Christ, swinging above the abyss. I am not rooted in this imaginary, energy field we call time and space. Cling to your roots, cling to your traditions, cling to your world; or cling to the God who told you that you are not meant for this life, but for the next!