Note: Epiphany-manifestation of the divine.
Thought: Really? On a random Tuesday even?
The conflict: This seems completely impossible, but not completing an assignment seems worse.
The Plan: I will illustrate two parts. Part One: What I was thinking would have to happen to complete the
assignment. Part Two: What happened.
Part One:
I was hoping for God to appear out of a whirlwind or something really dramatic. Not just because that would be so cool to see, but also so I could ask a few simple questions and maybe suggest a few things to him. This is how I picture the entire exchange:
There I am arriving home from class. I grab my bag filled with tons of books that were thoughtfully selected by Dr Sexon and my other bag that contains the tiny books for all my other Tuesday/Thursday classes. I am imagining this is happening on a Thursday. You have to be careful on Tuesdays; something like this could break your concentration for the rest of the week; Friday is an easy day. So, as I get ready to walk up the steps to my house a whirlwind appears. It's winter so I really don't pay much attention, until I hear the voice.
God: Hey! Where are you going? You do not mean to tell me I went to all this trouble and you are going to snub me?
Me: Sorry, I did not notice you there. I was deep in thought about this class I just came from.
God: I know. That is why I did not smite you yet.
Me: Is that the plan?
God: We will see how it goes.
I begin to walk away.
God: Where are you going?
Me: I thought I would attempt to scurry away before I said something stupid and you turned me into some pillar of something.
God: (chuckling) Okay, I promise I will try not to smite you.
Me: (slight eye roll) Thanks.
God: Can we leave this part out in your blog?
Me: Nope.(being mindful of the hospitality rules I continue) Hop out of your cyclone and come in for coffee? Mountain Dew maybe?
God: Sure; just give me a moment to get out of this thing. I do hate these theatrics.
Me: So why bother?
God: It gets the point across.
God and I step into my house and he takes the Mountain Dew. Turns out he loves the stuff. They actually have it in heaven and he was kind enough to send the recipe down so he could enjoy it when he travels here.
Me: So, what brings you here?
God: You wanted an epiphany.
Me: That's how it works? I just ask and poof a whirlwind?
God: Nope. I just did not want to hear you sniveling about not being able to finish an assignment for all eternity.
Me: Thanks. So you don't mind if I ask a few things?
God: Shoot.
Me: You know I think it's slightly annoying when people say shoot.
God frowns.
Me: (with a slight panic) But somehow when you do it, it's just charming.
I realize he does not buy this,but is willing to attempt to be patient with me.
Me: So, about all this Bible stuff I have been questioning. Is it really necessary to stay married to some jerk who treats you like dirt? Is divorce really that bad? And what about all these priests Roberto says are keeping people from using condoms? They are getting exposed to HIV.
God: Sigh. I decided to try something. People were getting divorced willy nilly and it was turning out badly; about like some people do now. People were using the law to get married, but they did not mean it. It was just a way to be with as many people as they wanted but stay within my laws. I put the laws in place to protect them. I wanted people to be able to get out of a bad situation, but they overused the loophole.
As for condoms and such. People should obey my laws. However, not everyone does. I would very much rather people protected themselves. I am sure you can understand these things. Think about Dallas; you don't want her to get a divorce just because she does not like the way her husband makes toast. And you don't want her to go have sex before she finds Mr Perfect, but if she does wouldn't you want her to protect herself?
Me: Of course.
God: How many times do I have to tell people that I am the creator? The father? The beginning? So why can't people just think of me like that?
Me: Alright. That helps.
God: Good. Anything else?
Me: Sure; lots. How much of the Bible is true, where is Noah's ark, where is the ark of the covenant, what did the original books say? Do you have a copy I could borrow? That whole Enoch thing-what's the scoop? Is there really a heaven and hell? Did you use fractal geometry to create the universe?
God: Wow, you ask a lot of questions.
Me: I am a bit curious by nature.
God: A bit. (laughs) These are things that do not truly matter. Search your heart for the answers.
Me: Classified huh?
God: Yep.
Me: Fine. For now; but do I get to find out after I am dead?
God: Maybe.
Me: Uh huh. Well, since you won't answer my questions, will you at least do something about my immune system. I am beginning to feel a bit like Job. And about my back; all these books are killing me.
God: Yeah, like I can do that.
Me: You are God.
God: Look here, I am not going to throw off the balance of the universe so you can have a better life. Deal with it. You appreciate things better if they disappear once in a while.
Me: Like my health, freedom, contact with everyone outside these walls, and my will to live.
God: Yep.
Me: Sigh. Okay, well then, would you mind if I suggested a couple things?
God: This should be good.
Me: First of all, fine, if you have to have germs, viruses, disease, fine, but reduce it. Crime is bad too. Maybe give people more of a conscious. And if you could give me a talent for writing and a great idea so I could share this wonderful thought with the world I would appreciate that. And if I were better at math, I could try to combine math and literature and make everyone happier.
God: Wow. You didn't add world peace.
Me: Oops, I meant to.
God: (huge eye roll) First of all, if I did all that the place would go to hell in a hand basket. You people need things to work on. That was my mistake with the Garden of Eden. People get bored and make trouble. You remember when Dallas was five She got bored and cut her hair and just about everything else in your mom's sewing room while your dad napped. And if you want to share some grand idea find it yourself. I am busy working on ideas of my own.
Me: So, if you are not going to help me out, and if you won't answer my questions, why are you here drinking my Dew?
God: Cause you asked for it. Look to the Bible for answers, but don't take it so seriously. That Frye fellow had it right. Don't read the surface. Figure out what is underneath. It will keep you busy and out of my hair.
Me: Okay, thanks.
God: Got any more Dew?
Me: Nope, you drank them all.
God: Okay, I'm out.
God begins to fade out; like in the old Star Trek transporter scenes, but with more sparkles.
Me: I still say you need to work on the whole world peace thing.
Lightning strikes. I take this as a no, since I have not often seen lightening in November.
Part Two
Okay, so God did not appear to me. However, I have learned some amazing things throughout this semester. I am going to say that the closest thing to an epiphany came from reading the first few lines of John. I like the idea that God is language and language is God. Everything is created by the Word. I have often thought about the power of words, but this was even bigger.
Then, I started thinking about fractals. God is the alpha and omega, the beginning and end the largest and smallest. Look at Mandlebrot's work; this is sort of what he describes. A fractal looks the same when you zoom out or in. Somewhere a combination of words and fractals could be the key to it all. Maybe not quite an epiphany, if I could find that mix then I could have an epiphany. Maybe this is not it at all. What do I know? I could be fractally wrong. (See photo below)