I'm a mad man!!!

"The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits!" ~G.K. Chesterton "Orthodoxy"

You know, sometimes I'll read a book and feel like the author specifically wrote that book for me! It is a very odd feeling at first, and yet it turns out to be a feeling of relief in the end. It is this mental freedom of reading something that you yourself could not put into words. A confirmation of what you had previously pondered yet apprehensive to tell others, afraid that you may look like a fool.
Logic and rationality are so deceptively alluring. And wonderfully so...but too much logic and one will go insane! Salvation through the perfect mans death, a death btw considered to be one of the most heinous forms of punishment, is anything but logical. Not only was this man perfect but He was God incarnate! Attempting to put that story inside my head as a certain sequence or mathematical equation only boxes up that which has confounded the most brilliant men in history. (Disclaimer: when I say that it boxes up salvation I mean it strictly confined to myself. I do not degrade salvation; merely I have blinded myself to it due to pride.) Frantically I insist on making a list of as many quick answer arguments so that (whether intentionally or not) I do not have to dwell on or think about my beliefs. Thereby making it much easier to contain inside this carnal mind.

No I do not think that reason is what makes Christianity real....or even why I have chosen it. I have been on this high of fairy tales lately. So much so that Christianity has never seemed more real. Nursery rhymes and stories have not appealed to me more than they do now. They talk of the normal mundane things of life (or so they are viewed) with wonder and mystery. It looks at stars not as a big ball of gas but as if the sky is bewitched somehow. They look at mountains (in the words of George Macdonald) "as portions of the heart of the earth that have escaped from the dungeon down below, and rushed up and out. For the heart of the earth is a great wallowing mass, not of blood, as in the hearts of men and animals, but of gloshing hot, melted metals and stones. And as our hearts keep us alive, so that great lump of heat keeps the earth alive: it is a huge power of buried sunlight-that is what it is." (He goes on and on...far too much for me to put here.) C.S. Lewis or J.R.R Tolkien said (I do not remember who), that the story of Christ is "the myth that became fact." And rightly so! For what god, even in Greek mythology, would in their right mind crucify himself for the sake of humans?

I wonder sometimes if it isn't fairy tales that make Christianity reasonable...if it isn't what gives reason its rhyme? Science has greatly taken away from this aspect of life and has now led us into a world of dissecting which only leads to stagnation. We dissect everything to find out how it works and what it is made of only to become bored and move on to something else. I by no means mean to bash science because it has done a great many things....(such as indoor plumbing!! :~) it seems though that we have veered to far off the track of enchantment that it is now considered childish to turn back.
Creativity is at an all time low....just look at the movies Hollywood is making!! They are either sequels or older movies being redone (ultimately another sequel!). I can't help but wonder if this can be due to the rising religion of relativism...beauty is no longer objective, the word "absolute" is an offense, and subjectivity is the rave! There is no standard by which we hold things. Our standards have turned into personal perspectives which only turn out to be evil and very uncreative!!!

I wish for a land where animals can talk and colors are colorful of their own initiative, not because the government says that your grass must be green and your house this color. A place where the sun shines, not because of some law of nature, but because it is bewitched. I long for Christianity to be real not because the cosmological argument says so, but because the mythical story of a Savior actually took place thereby making it true. If we can conceive a realm outside of ourselves, then why do we ignore it? Is it a sense of fear that we might actually be insignificant and that our over indulgence of self-esteem has turned out to be a lie?

Obviously there is a fine line where both science and fairytales must be kept in balance and over indulgence to either side is unhealthy. But to hyper focus on one and completely snuff the other is completely "illogical"!! I will now end this exhaustive rambling from a slightly prejudiced and ignorant teenager with a quote from G.K. Chesterton (who was not quite so ignorant!!), "It is not earth that judges heaven, but heaven that judges earth; so for me at least it was not earth that criticized elf land, but elf land that criticized the earth. I knew the magic beanstalk before I had tasted beans; I was sure of the Man in the Moon before I was certain of the moon."