I just finished reading Out of the Silent Planet by C. S. Lewis, part one of the space trilogy I plan to complete in the next few weeks. I’ve heard things about multi-dimensionality theory and the endless possibilities in space and time, but this book makes me far more interested. The ending was especially thought-provoking since Lewis reveals himself a friend and correspondent of Ransom who has “fictionalized” Ransom’s account on Malacandra. Did this really happen? Maybe, maybe not. That’s not really the point. The point is to open your mind enough to realize that God and His conception of time, space, and life is limitless, and that the human mind cannot even begin to grasp all of what that means. The point is to stop putting God in a box limited by human faculties and accept that He is so great, so awesome, and in control of so much more than what we can know through our senses.

It helped me today to refocus the idea that God will take care of me no matter what. He will always provide everything I need, just as he does for the birds in the air and the grass in the field. Just like everyone else, I get so wrapped up in my own world that the big picture becomes cloudy. Of course, this also usually corresponds to the times I feel furthest from God. I need to remember that.

Today has been a lovely day off of work. I’m just about to begin reading Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott (I need time to absorb Lewis’s philosophy for a few days before beginning Perelandra) and Adam and I may go to Wintzell’s for a beer before Hell’s Kitchen comes on tonight.