I don’t know, I’m just stating a um, creative opinion, in an attempt to explore beyond the usual thought patterns.
It seems reasonable to ask…
Why would someone who truly has faith in God need the Pope, a preacher, a holy book, or any other authority? Why would they need religion? If such a person has a question or needs advice etc, why not go straight to the Big Guy?
If such a person doesn’t hear a reply to their question, have they considered that silence is the answer to their question? If one truly has faith in God, wouldn’t one accept that silence as a valid authoritative reply straight from the top?
Here’s a little personal story which is perhaps relevant.
I was born Catholic, but converted to surfing as a teenager back in the 60s. I was far more devoted to surfing than I ever was to mass, and never missed a good day.
So one day, maybe 1966 or so, I was surfing by myself and a storm came up. So I got out of the water and sat under the overhang of a nearby beach house waiting for the lightening to pass.
To pass the time I decided to ask that classic “If you’re there God, give me a sign” question. It was really just something for a bored kid to do, that’s all. No religious fervor involved, as my family was the laziest of Catholics, me included.
So I asked.
And waited.
And waited.
A bolt of lightening perhaps? A HUGE wave? A girl who lost her bathing suit top in the surf running down the beach? A manta ray breaching just off shore? Anything unusual will do.
But nothing. Just the same old rain.
So ok, nothing it is, who cares, let’s get back to surfing. And that was that, no big deal. Just the usual thinking too much by baby Typist. Nothing unusual, just another day on the job. I really didn’t care.
Fast forward almost 50 years.
I don’t remember anything else about that day. Don’t remember how good the waves were, or even if they were big or small. Don’t remember what I did before or after surfing. I can’t say I remember anything else about that month, even what season it was, weekday or weekend, nothing. Almost all the memories of that period are gone now except for…
That question, and the answer.
For me personally, this is just entertaining, and most likely says more about my nerd personality and gradually rotting brain than anything else…
It seems a person of true faith in God would have accepted the delayed reply without complaint. It seems such a person would say, “If I’m supposed to wait for an answer, I’m supposed to wait, so I’ll wait.” Why would they run down the street and ask a preacher? They already have their answer, straight from the top, they’re supposed to wait.
Why does a person of faith need religion?