I went to church on Sunday with two girlfriends from work. It was … ok. It was only ok in that I am trying, really trying, to be more open to spiritual growth but I pretty much have zero faith in anything other than the human capacity for great good and great evil. That’s about it, and the only reason I believe that is because it’s, uh, empirical fact.
In this great quest to be less cynical and more receptive, I borrowed a book by the well-respected Christian theologian John Piper. The book is called Don’t Waste Your Life and the question posed is, “How, at the end of life, will you feel about what you’ve done and for what cause?” Of course, his reference point is Christ. That’s cool with me, and I agree with a lot of his bigger points.
But reading the other night as the Kaiser was watching Thomas the Train on youtube, I stopped, put the book on my lap and resisted the urge to cry. I may have cried a little. I cried because I was hit with the real awareness that I just couldn’t… buy this shit.
No really, those were my thoughts. And as I listened to the sermonizing on Sunday morning, I realised that everything dude said was good, but essentially the same as everything I glean from Buddha’s teachings.
Where am I now in the grand search for meaning and truth? Oh, you know: