I have more than enough proofs for myself of the existence of God, but alas, that leads to, it seems to me, an even bigger question: What do I do about it? Does He care about me? Does He want something? Did he leave some sort of record we can all agree on?
I’m working through those one by one, but last night I go some bad news for those of us trying to get a handle on things. The previously held view about the rate of the universe’s expansion is incorrect. It is actually expanding faster, not slower, the farther out it gets. We’re never going to catch up with the dang thing!
So for today I’ve settled for this: I will try to realize that each person I meet, with warts and all, is my guest made in the image of God, and is also faced with the same conundrums that I face. He/she is probably simply trying to get through the day, and all too often that’s not easy. If I can avoid honking the horn in the traffic jam, or sighing resignedly in the checkout lane, or frowning at dawdlers, it might make their day a bit easier. Just for today, I’m gonna try. If thing really go well, I might even smile (though I don’t want to get carried away.) Hope your day is a good one.
