Sayid Jarrah and other things

My illness knocked me back a couple yards, but I'm right back at it. Satan's busy doing his worst, and I guess I'll keep edging him to do worse. Keeps me young. I've re-watched LOST season one, and I am creeping ever so closer to the heart of this crazy good show, and am fascinated by the deeper story. I won't explain. I'm keeping this to myself for a while. Sayid is more than ever my favorite character on the show. I'm obsessed I think. He's amazing. The show's amazing. Anyway, polo blue anyone? I've concluded that scientists know a lot about not knowing many things for sure. (Christians aren't much better, it's just that we're very protective of what we say we know...really protective) But what scientists do give themselves to knowing, blows my mind away. But scientists.. Where did planets come from? Do you have the time to listen to what empirical science says? Sure, it's okay what known facts plus imagination and a lot of faith can evolve into, forgive the pun. I totally accept the theory as valid. Planets are star's waste material. Matter is the result of nuclear fission of H and He mols.. etc. Cool. But I'm wondering if this really satisfies the human's craving for answers. I mean who stinking cares? What I want to know is how is my life going to change. If science cannot make man exist at his pure best, then what can is going to. How is my heart going to change. How is my character going to change so that I stop being so self-serving and self-focused and become a little more helping towards people, responsible for my actions in my environment, loving towards the unlovely, and faithful towards those who really need me? Science sure does a good job at making us more certain in our uncertainty of everything that isn't for certain, in knowing that life means nothing, and comes from nothing. But science makes me ask more questions, ones that mean a lot deeper. Now, after hearing a particular, smart scientist ramble on about a space rock from mars and having to worry about explaining the scientific end of the earth, I think I might be a whole lot more willing to listen to the self-acclaimed God of the universe who met his own requirements for a perfect life of religion and sacrifice because we can't, extends grace and love to all who will come by faith, who's totally good even though we are worlds aren't, and will extend justice to all who are willing because He stinking loves us! (not only that, but who promises to give scientists the playground of eternity if only they too will let Him into their brilliant imaginations!) Life is so much better when I'm off my high horse. It really is fulfilling to be the little guy looking into the sky and, holding Daddy's hand, say, "Wow," while not ceasing to ask really big questions only to look back up at him smiling down at us and saying nothing because He loves to hear us talk and knows exactly the right time to answer our questions, and when he does, the suspense and awe drive us made with joy! Quit fooling around with foolish questions, and let your heart run wild with bigger questions that were meant for a god to answer. And let your imagination allow your foolish mind to believe that just maybe these questions really were meant to woo you into the most breathtaking relationship possible. I dare you.