God is love and love is real. Those are some MewithoutYou lyrics I like. Lately I’ve been reflecting on God’s realness and my perception of him.
Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part; but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away. When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13: 8-13
God is more real than the reality we know.
I’m reading this book Trey gave me, Miracles by my homeboy C.S. Lewis. He writes,
“God is basic Fact or Actuality, the source of all other facthood. At all costs therefore He must not be thought of as a featureless generality. If He exists at all, He is the most concrete thing there is, the most individual, ‘organised and minutely articulated.’ He is unspeakable not by being indefinite but by being too definite for the unavoidable vagueness of language. The words ‘incorporeal’ and ‘impersonal’ are misleading, because they suggest that He lacks some reality which we possess. It would be safer to call Him trans-corporeal, trans-personal. Body and personality as we know them are the real negatives—they are what is left of positive being when it is sufficiently diluted to appear in temporal or finite forms. Even our sexuality should be regarded as the transposition into a minor key of that creative joy which in Him is unceasing and irresistible. Grammatically the things we say of Him are ‘metaphorical’: but in a deeper sense it is our physical and psychic energies that are mere ‘metaphors’ of the real Life which is God. Divine Sonship is, so to speak, the solid of which biological sonship is merely a diagrammatic representation on the flat.”
We sit around and debate the attributes and existence of God as if he’s an illusory mist floating around us. But he is realer than we are. How could a creation be more actual, more existent, more full of substance than its creator? The seeming faintness of God’s presence in our lives lies merely in our perception. We are the dim reflection in a mirror. We are the fuzzy mist, full of our inconsistencies and fickleness.
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. James 4:14
How empty and unimaginative to believe that this is all there is. I have to believe in something more intense, more powerful, more defined than myself and my fleeting experiences. Life under the sun is meaningless. But God is love and love is real.