An excerpt from Have a little faith
Can i ask you something?
"Ask away, young scholar," he crowed.
How do you know God exists?
He stopped. a smile crept across his face.
"An excellent question."
He pressed his fingers into his chin
And the answer? I said
"First, make the case against Him."
Okay, i said, taking his challenge. How about this? We live in a world where your genes can be mapped, where your cells can be copied, where your face can be altered. With surgery, you can even go from being a man to being a woman. We have science to tell us of earth's creation; rocket probes explore the universe. The sun is no longer a mystery. and the moon-which people used to worship? We brought some of it home in a pouch right?
"Go on," he said.
So why, in such a place, where the once great mysteries have been solved, does anyone still believe in God or Jesus or Allah or a supreme being of any kind? Haven't we outgrown it? isn't it like Pinocchio the puppet? when he found he could move without his strings? did he still look the same way at Geppetto?
The Reb tapped his fingers together.
"Thats some speech."
You said make a case.
"Ah."
He leaned in. "Now, my turn. Look, if you say that science will eventually prove there is no God, on that i must differ. No matter how small they take it back, to a tadpole, to an atom, there is always something they cant explain, something that created it all at the end of the search. "And no matter how far they try to go the other way - to extend life, play around with genes, clone this, clone that, live to one hundred and fifty - at some point, life is over. And then what happens? When life comes to an end?"
I shrugged
"You see?"
He leaned back. He smiled.
"When you come to the end, that's where God begins."
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