Birds, God, and Faith.

Alienhippy’s most recent (lovely as usual) post spoke of how a chicken rekindled her faith. That reminded me of an encounter I had with a little bird many years ago:

One day about thirty-eight years ago when I was a student, I approached the twelve story glass, steel and concrete tower that my class was in. Just as I neared the door a little sparrow hit the second story glass and fell to the ground as if dead.

I dropped everything, forgot about my class, and cupped my hands around the little sparrow. I held it against my beating heart as I sat down on the sidewalk with my back leaning on the building. I hoped some energy might transfer from my heart. After twenty minutes the little bird opened her eyes. Then she began to look around. Next she was sitting up and then standing. At about the forty minute mark she took off, flying perfectly. I never did get to my class.

I imagine one or two of the many people streaming into the building must have thought I was nuts sitting there with a seemingly dead sparrow clutched to my heart. But I know that I was witnessing God’s hand. He brought that little sparrow and me together just so we would both know His deep love and care.

Some Good Questions

On this blog I hope to explore just how much of me is authentic, genuine, real, and how much is the result of social conditioning, programming, and religious or political indoctrination.

Who am I ? That’s a good question. I am often convinced that I know the answer, only to find out shortly thereafter that I don’t know.

Is there a “god”? Integral to this search will be an exploration of whether or not there is a “god” and, if there is one, what his/her nature may be like. Part of that will be an examination of whether or not prayer “works” and if so in what way and for whom.

Where do I come from? Why am I here? Where am I going? I anticipate looking at these questions as part of my search for who I am.

Of what does my “core” consist? Is there at my core a “Basic Goodness” as the Shambhala Buddhists teach? Is there “That which is of God in every (hu)man” as the Quakers claim? Is there a line separating good from evil running through my heart as Solzhenitsyn believed? Am I the temple of the Holy Spirit as St. Paul proclaimed? Is my heart of hearts good, or, as Calvin taught, totally depraved? Will something survive death?

Can words ever capture or describe reality? If not, then this whole blog will be just noise – a very real possibility!

Will you join me in my search for “me”? Please comment on my posts. I welcome, and I am sure I will benefit from, your criticisms, comments, knowledge, suggestions, wisdom, experience.

I make no claim to “know” anything so please don’t let anything I may say spoil your own faith. What I write is just “opinion”. Take it as such. I may change my opinions almost daily! That has been my habit.

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