When one has what are called “eyes of faith,” it is as so: to start from the premise that there is some kind of order inherent to the universe, and going from there. It is interesting what one finds, given this frame of mind. For example, the question why God did not make human beings perfect, incapable of sin — this has been one great criticism by those who do not have such eyes. But from the perspective that there is a reason why: it is perhaps the difference that comes from having a created being that is capable of doing wrong, and that that being choosing not to: what is worth more? Having something or someone that blindly follows, rather than that who perceives the choices, and chooses to follow; the difference in value is, if not of infinite worth, a priceless one. It is a way of seeing that can be quite logical — and though it can be fraught with complications, too, it can be found to be rewarding in profound senses.

I admit that my “eyes of faith” must remain mute on many a mystery, but I would rather have them then not; and though some might say that it is like a drug I use to cope with a meaningless world, I say that I just don’t see things in that way. I was of scientific bent before my conversion, so let me just say that I understand that some theistic arguments have tended to be of circular logic. But I might point out that there are paradoxes that exist in a universe devoid of purpose, as well — and perhaps one might not look at things in quite that way, too, rather that one believe he is at least not resorting to emotional crutches to deal with the world. I would rather, though, in my way of looking at things, find the miraculous — not in something like walking on water, but in the everyday things and happenings, which we do not notice simply because they happen every day. The more we find out, through science, etc., the less we can deny that these are miracles indeed: and such speak my eyes.

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