After reading the conclusion on this article, I get to wondering if we’re spending inordinate amounts of time and money trying to reach an explanation of the universe. It’s almost as if we’re trying to climb the the heights of God. I’m not saying we shouldn’t try to understand nature and the science of things, but I have to wonder when we reach that point where some think they can explain away God.
All in all, I believe that we will never fully understand the universe. There will always be some particle, some blob of energy who’s function or even existence will never be fully explained. We will inevitably reach a point where there is no physical way of proving its function or existence, and then what are you left with: something you have to believe, merely on faith.
And at that point what separates Religion from Science? Nothing really.
Today, the Judicial system killed Terri Schiavo. Our Courts decided that, instead of erring on the side of life, a defenseless woman should be killed for her husband’s convenience. So, just in case I ever fall into this situation myself, I want to make myself abundantly clear:
I want to live. Under no circumstances should I ever be removed from any form of life support. I have no desire to die. No matter what the doctors, supposed experts, and future “Michael Schiavo” types say, I want those who are responsible for me to expect a miraculous recovery. And just in case some scumbag lawyer tries to twist my words to make it sound like I wanted to die, if there’s ever any question what I mean, just ask the Pope to clairify, because my intentions are purely Catholic.
I’ve been wanting to compile this for some time, and, much like the last post, don’t really have a good place to put it. In any case, here it is.
A letter to my future wife from your loving husband:
I miss you. Even though I have yet to meet you, I’m missing you right now. How I wish you were here. I want to talk to you right now about what’s bothering me. I want to hear you say how much you love me. I want to pick up the phone and call your number and just hear your voice. I want to hear you talk about what happened today, and ask me when I’ll be home. How I wish you could tell me right now that, despite my flaws, despite how broken I may think I am at the moment, you still love me and see me as your knight. I want to show you how much I love you, how you’re such a beautiful, lively, supportive, and caring person. I want to enjoy the unity of beliefs we have on issues that matter. I look forward to how we can discuss the most personal and private matters and not be worried about offending each other because we know well what the other believes. I long for your loving support when I’m feeling broken. I look forward to coming home to our family, and being there with you, taking care of them. I dream about our home and the memories we will make there. It’s almost as if you are here now, but not quite. But I know you are near, and soon we will meet, and no longer will we have to feel as alone as we do now. Soon. Maybe even tomorrow.
Anyone out there call themselves “Catholic”? How about putting some action behind that honorable label. You should read the Voter’s Guide for Serious Catholics.
Read. Not skim.