Have You Got God Right Where You Want Him?

Once there was a time when man believed that the earth was the center of all there is.

Once there was a time when man believed the sun was the center of all there is.

Once there was a time when man believed the earth was flat and if you traveled too far, you would fall off the edge… to somewhere… evidently little regard was ever given to exactly what ‘somewhere’ would be, other than an ancient map I once studied containing words along the edges that said, “Here be Dragons”.

Now, most of humanity realizes that the sun, earth and the rest of the solar system are neither at the center of anything, but in addition, we’re so minuscule as to not even show up within one spiral arm of our ‘sombrero’ galaxy… and that the universe is an endless sea of such galaxies.

We now say that everything our Hubble Space Telescope sees is ‘The Known Universe’.

Of those of you who believe in an Intelligent Design… and are of the belief that just because what we can now peer into the vastness of space, that now that’s all there is… I’ve got something quite intriguing for you to ponder and for you to compare yourself with those ancient people of the past who thought their intelligence had it all figured out too.

Just what does the word ‘Create’ mean to you, and how would you describe someone who enjoys making things, or even just painting or sculpting?

Do you actually think an all-powerful Creator would only make something once? And then sit down… cross His arms, and declare, That’s it! I’m done! I’m never going to make anything else again!

I’m just going to sit here for eternity and retire from being creative! I’ve lost all interest, and there’s nothing you can say that will make me change my mind!”

If you really believe that way… as the ancients did, then all I can conclude is that you have tied your God’s hands behind his back, and that you are as jealous as the child who has discovered there’s a new baby in the house.

I’ve got news for you brothers and sisters… There very well could be an endless sea of beautiful universes, dangling like crystal prisms, along a great corridor that the Creator frequents, and adds yet another whenever He pleases.

And to top it off… if it is His will, there could be life inside every single one of those gems.

It’s called The Multiverse Theory… and unless you’re an astrophysicist, you don’t even want to attempt comprehending it… but leave it to say, it certainly removes the rope that some people have used to tie God’s ‘Creative’ hands.

Start thinking bigger.

The House with Golden Windows

housewithgoldenwindows The story tells of a little boy who would look across the sprawling meadows outside his house every morning, and see in the distance a house with golden windows. He would stare and revel in the radiant beams streaming his way from far off. He asked his father one day if they could visit the house with the golden windows. The father obliged, and they started to walk. They walked until they approached the house. The young lad stood perplexed.

He saw no windows of gold… But a little girl inside, saw them staring at her home and came out to ask if they were looking for something. “Yes,” replied the boy, “I wanted to see the house with the golden windows that I see every morning.” “Oh, you’ve come to the wrong place,” she quickly said. “If you wait here a little while until sunset, I will show you the house with the golden windows that I see every evening.” She then pointed to a house in the distance… the home of the little boy.
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So we go through life, looking out of the windows of our own experience, dreaming of a golden window in the distance, but when we look through the windows of the soul, we realize that those distant golden windows do not exist. We see gold, only because of the way the light catches our earthly dwellings at different times of our experience, at different times in our lives.

The Gulistan of Saadi

I never lamented about the vicissitudes of time, or complained of the turns of fortune, except on the occasion when I was barefooted and unable to procure slippers. But when I entered the great mosque of Kufah with a sore heart, and beheld a man without feet, I offered thanks to the bounty of God, consoled myself for my want of shoes and recited, “A roast fowl is to the sight of a satiated man, less valuable than a blade of fresh grass on the table; and to him who has no means nor power… a burnt turnip is a roasted fowl.”
Excerpt from the Gulistan, or “Rose Garden” by, Saʿdī

Saadi wrote that around 1259CE in Persia which is now now Iran.

Taking a few minutes to just sit quietly and ponder such ancient words of wisdom like this helps to see a much clearer picture of the state of humanity throughout the ages. Everyone should do it.

In my estimation, the ancient world was more civilized than we are now, even though we read the history of war and conquest, those wars were all fought via hand to hand combat, and simple weaponry like bows and arrows, and spears. In this respect, they were actually well contained.

Now, we have attained the ability to end all life on earth. On top of that, the seekers of knowledge are diminishing, while the seekers of chaos are growing exponentially. My reasoning for this surmounting phenomenon is that it has everything to do with both the dwindling of the ‘family unit’ coupled with the perpetuation of the misguided.