The Sound of Scott

Here’s some crazy ideas I’ve been thinking about over the last few days.

I. God is busy…
According to the U.S. Census Bureau each minute roughly 105 people die and 253 people are born. Supposedly, from what I read online in statistics that were probably made up, one out of every three people who die are a Christian. Thats about 34 people every minute. So we could make a very rough guess that every other second someone is meeting God face to face. This would also mean that every second someone dies who rejected God. Now every second there are about four babies born. So in the span of two seconds God throws eight birthday parties two funerals and a homecoming party… busy guy. I’m glad that God is omnipresent and exists outside of time. Because if he didn’t then the average person would only be acknowledged by him 1/5th of a second in their lifetime. Pretty crazy huh?

II. God is a widdler…
Now here’s where it gets really fun… I’ve watched several films over the last few weeks that coincidentally all had to do with time travel and changing the coarse of history. Rob Bell pointed out with the “marker trick” how God can have a three dimensional view of time where ours is only a half dimension. Suppose for a moment that God views all of time as a rectangular block. The block itself is made up of many different atoms which are very small. The first atom was of course renamed Adam. But the block also has a grain embedded throughout. The grain gives it a natural beauty and unique design. Now imagine that God wanted to carve this block and make it into something else, which I’m sure he would. He’s so artistic you know. And imagine that God had an idea for this carving… a plan so to speak. God would begin to carve away at pieces here and there, intervening at just that right places in time to fit his master plan. When it is all finished God would have a beautiful carving. The interesting thing about this carving is all the atoms inside. You see, all of the atoms are made up of the same stuff. They all exist in the same sculpture and none of them can change that. Each atom however can move around as it pleases within this structure with out changing it. And inside it are millions and millions of microscopic collisions. Now along comes something bad and the wood begins to warp and rot. So God comes in at a specific point as a carpenter and begins to refurbish the sculpture and restore it to it’s glorious design. That’s the beauty of the story.