Haddie does some of the silliest things. One evening she covered Lauren with stuffed animals, and was obviously proud of her handiwork. Another night she put on Lauren’s shoes, picked up a broom, and carried her dirty diaper to the diaper pail. One day when I was keeping her and Lauren was gone, she got out the huge plastic sunglasses they gave me after having my pupils dilated at my last eye exam. And finally, she wore herself out and rested on the couch. The last one is from her nap Wednesday afternoon. What a life she lives!

Dave took all but two of these. I took the one of Dave under the bridge, and the one of Lauren. Dave took the rest.

Shortly after she left we both got hungry so I nuked a bowl of Spaghettios (with meatballs, of course!), and we chowed down. Man that kid can eat! She ate half of them. Playing peek-a-boo in between bites.

Then we went to the church and completely rewired the stage getting it ready for Sunday. The first Sunday with our new worship leader. I wanted to make sure everything was going to work properly, so we checked all the lines and labeled everything carefully.

Then we printed bulletins and folded them.

Then we came home. She was tired, but…she was saying “eat” over and over again. I couldn’t see anything else so I fried us up a couple eggs and made us each a slice of toast, filled her water cup, and made myself a glass of chocolate milk (in a frosty glass – there are some perks to being the daddy!).

Again, she was chowing down. She was hungry and eating too fast. Three bites from being done (with a whole egg and slice of toast), she chomped down good and hard on her own tongue and started crying something terrible.

I jumped up and got her out of the highchair and hugged her good. She had tears running down her face and haltingly said, “pa…pa…paaappy…” I gave it to her and she settled down.

I cleaned her up and then she picked all her toys up, singing her “clean up, clean up” song the whole time. Once the living room and her room where clean, we got her ready for bed, she put her dirty clothes away, and then we read Psalm 108, prayed for Mommy, and then she went right to sleep hugging her elephant and kangaroo (known affectionately as “Roo”).

She’s so cute. I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful little girl. And a wonderful wife, even if she did leave us to fend for ourselves tonight. She’s already extraordinary, I don’t know why she had to go to this conference!

Like I mention in my previous discussion board post, it seems this compelling driving force of all humanity, for all times (as far as archeologist have been able to discern), to uphold this intrinsic moral parameter, so often repeating itself even in isolated people groups, is fascinating, at least, and miraculous, at most. For example, the issue of good and bad kharma (Hinduism, Jainism, Buddhism), light and darkness (referred to in early Chinese religions as yin and yang), sickness and health/ good and evil spirits (Oral Religions), desire and suffering (Buddhism), good and evil (Islam, Juddaism, Christianity)… ultimately, salvation and an final relief.

Is there an ultimate truth to be found in the claims of these various religions? Is there even a truth to be found at all? Darwinistic evolution, which I believe influenced the opinions in regard to the origin of religion in the the first chapter, taken to its final conclusion tells its adherents and faithful that the only truth that exists is the cold biological truth – matter is all there really is, nature doesn’t care, and any other “truth” outside of that is a fanciful coping mechanism.

Even though unlike other religions, Buddhism rejects the idea of god, even in their founder Gautama (though in recent years, a certain renown Hollywood actor made claims to the sinlessness of the Dahli Lama, which the Dahli Lama so humorously dismissed as false), they like the Hindus appear to be guided by an internal compass in regards to what is right and what is wrong. This seemingly intrinsic code of morality that reminds us of the value of all life, compassion, the importance of refraining from selfish behavior, and a recognition of the spiritual reminds us that there may be more to life than the physical – that there may be a good and satisfying ultimate truth to be found after all.

In case your wondering, Haddie has six, let’s just say , articles of clothing around her neck.  When I helped her get them off her little neck was sweaty.

What I find most intriguing after reading chapters 1 and 2, are the stunning parallels and similarities that can be drawn between the various world religions.  I found these similarities especially striking while reading about the indigenous religions in chapter 2. Amazingly, or miraculously (depending on you beliefs about the origins of religion), these indigenous peoples “found in every climate” and “developed in isolation from each other” realize and incorporate many of the same religious truths and practices, so similar that the author of the text refers to them collectively as “sacred paths.”  These oral religions that “sprung from tribal and small-scale cultures” all over planet earth believe in a supernatural realm, share similar beliefs about nature, time, and space and hold in high regard their ancestors and origins.  And though there were and are variances among these religions, it is obvious that there is something at work more than coincidence or chance that would result in these astonishingly similar religions establishing in isolation from one another,  something that would suggest that religion is part of the human DNA, so to speak.

The author began this discussion in chapter 1 by offering an explanation for the phenomenon of religion and religious parallels (ones clearly seen amongst the indigenous religions that developed in isolation studied in chapter 2 ).  His explanation is one of origins. That,  religion finds its origin in man’s effort to answer difficult questions about life and the universe we find ourselves in, ultimately to cope.  The only problem with this explanation is that it is a presupposition that removes the possibility of ultimate truth being found in any religion, by inferring that rather than being created for religion or ultimate truth, man is the creator of religion and his own truth – that the desire for religion is biological or physiological, at best.  If this is the case then religion becomes nothing more than a pathetically weak misinformed attempt to make sense of the world through a bunch of fairy stories.  One might assert that there is some historical and anthropological value in religion, there is some beauty and intrigue, there are some “truths” to be discovered about nature and our relationship with it (which I would argue is debatable, because now we are swimming in the murky waters of relativism).  This might all be true, but if religions find their origin in man and man’s attempt “to deal with our mortality”, then it would seem our deepest questions continue to go unanswered and truth is up for grabs.  The only alternative is to believe that man was created for religion and the phenomenon observed is evidence of that.