Thursday, February 5, 2015

Echoes


Science has come to the conclusion that our physical universe and consequently our observable reality is composed of the remnants of an ancient cosmic explosion. In an instant, the all-encompassing entirety of the universe came into existence at a singular point in the empty void of three dimensional space. The superconcentrated energy exploded across the emptiness and began to condense into the fundamental particles of matter. Protons and electrons began their timeless waltz for the first time and hydrogen was born. From hydrogen, the cosmic stew conspired to build the bigger and more interesting atoms necessary for our own existence using stellar furnaces and the inconceivable pressure of supernovae.
This idea that everything was spontaneously formed from nothing is contrary our most fundamental understanding of the universe: the law of energy conservation. The theory that total emptiness exploded defies reason and yet it is our best explanation for our existence. How could the energy corresponding the mass of the universe multiplied by the speed of light squared come to exist in an infinitely dense, zero-dimensional space? The only plausible explanation for this situation is that the energy was translated into our physical dimensions from another unseen dimension.
The unimaginable vastness of the galaxies gives us a clue as to the magnitude of whatever power is responsible for the transfer of energy required for the composition of our reality. Not until the first atomic explosion was unleashed did humanity catch a glimpse of the amount of energy it took to form the matter in each of our atoms. Imagine the reciprocal force of the nuclear detonation of all known matter from a single point and you entertain an idea of the enormity of whatever unseen entity fathered our tangible surroundings.
While the scientific community has only relatively recently proposed such theories the underlying idea that I present is not entirely a new one. The apostle Paul wrote that: “Through faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear.” Could it be that the unseen power behind the infamous “big bang” is none other than the God of the Bible who Paul preached? Could it be that one word from the Almighty was saturated with the energy which composes our very atoms and that the echoes of his sovereign expression even now reverberate in the oscillations of our innermost electrons? Could it be that we are literally breathing echoes of the very voice of God.
His breath was rich with purpose. His words were heavy with meaning. Yes, meaning: the very thing that all our scientific breakthroughs have failed to uncover. The God of the Bible inspired the prophet Isaiah to write thus: “So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.” If this is true, then even when the last star fades into darkness and the last physical remnant of our universe ceases to be, something of this externally transient existence will remain and return to the author of our being.

Friday, July 18, 2014

The Atheist's Sermon


I heard an atheist preach a sermon one day.

He said that his only consolation was that eventually, our universe would cease to be and that all traces of his life, with all his hopes and failures, would be washed away.

That was his hope of redemption.

Nothingness.

His surety rested on the idea that we are utterly insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

That we are nothing.

That this miracle of existence, of consciousness, of life is absolutely meaningless.

Without meaning, it would be impossible to fail at life.

So he believed.

Call me an unbeliever, but I cannot swallow his doctrine.

Without meaning, life is impossible.

To be physically blind would be a terrible thing.

To be blind to the splendor and meaning of life is on quite another level of terror.

How could perfect order and intricate beauty be born of total chaos?

Even the chaos would be an impossible miracle.

And yet, there is chaos in the beauty.

Like the Atheist, I see the need for redemption.

I see the pain. The mistakes. The dying.

I recognize the brokenness in need of a perfect cleansing.

A cleansing as infinite as the great void in which he trusts.

Only the power that authored such wonder could bring it back to perfection.

Could bring peace and rest to the wanderer.

Could redeem him. 

Friday, July 19, 2013

Arizona





                 So a funny thing happened to me the other day: I moved halfway across the world.



The sun is enthusiastic about its duty here and the mountains soak up the glory.


 The whole valley radiates a tenacious but unpretentious way of life which hasn't quite lost the ruggedness of the wild west.  


When the sun's fury abates, it bids adieu in style.


"Good night, Tucson."

Monday, May 21, 2012

Master of Chicken and Olive Oil


Food in it's native environment.


Going...


Going...


Gone.


Not bad for my first "real" meal. This bachelor will survive!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

A rant (Ironically stated designation)

The cursor blinks and so do I. We are at an impasse. My arms fold and my brow furrows but the blink never falters. I know what it wants but somehow I just can't do it. In no hurry, it blinks again. It will wait as long as it takes me to give in.
I know I can't win. In desperation I sigh, pound some keys and press send. My letter is on the move.

Have you ever thought about the fact that every email has a blatantly defined subject?

It bothers me. Gone are the days when a letter could remain veiled in casual purposelessness until the opportune moment. Our society demands that the intent of any dispatch be discernible at a two second glance. Are our communications so deteriorated in complexity that they can be summarized in one deft swoop?

I can understand how some people can find this section of an email desirable, though. If for example, I was the Queen of England, I would take great pride in filling that blasted little box. "As I am the reigning monarch of the British Empire, my subjects are far too numerous to be listed in this dreadfully small rectangle." If however, I was Robinson Crusoe, I would be somewhat abashed to eternally fill the box with the single word, "Friday."


Thursday, April 12, 2012

Low Calorie Electricity

Step 1 - Raspberries


Step 2 - Contemplation 


Step 3 - Glass slides with titanium dioxide and graphite


Result - Solar cell


It only produced 30 microampres of current but that was still three times as much current as the university's previous record-holder. We beat the reigning champ!

P.S.
Loyal


Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Coming Glory

Today was a warm one. The sunny days which had been floating tauntingly before my nose were snatched away and replaced with a multitude of fat snowflakes which rode into the library on my sweater.  On days like this, it is easy to imagine that nature could turn on a dime, click its heels and start back towards christmas. 
Ignoring my senses, I know that summer is coming. The laws of nature have shown themselves time and again to be unfazed by appearances. The earth is on its way around the sun and I rest assured that sweater days are coming to a halt. The fluctuations of temperature have nothing to do with the impending glory.
I too will rise from the iced frost of winter's death. The fact that I stumble sometimes has nothing to do with the glory that will be made manifest in me. The Word of God tells me that a brighter day is coming.

"Being confident of this very thing. that He which has begun a good work in you will preform it until the day of Jesus Christ:" - Philippians 1:6

"Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it does not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when He shall appear, we shall be like Him; for we shall see him as he is." - I John 3:2