Big Bang and Predestination – a layman’s opinion

 

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Without any Critique of Pure Reasoning-like preamble, I will start by stating that I believe that it is possible—perhaps probable—that our Universe is a wholly predestined, super deterministic, living Creation.

Simply put, I believe that the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob is omniscient—and all of those other omni attributes—and he exists in and around our 4-Dimensional Space-Time Continuum. He is not subject to the Arrow(s) of Time, Classic or Quantum Laws of Physics or Mechanics, or any other Standard Models. God is the only First Cause. He is own Material (Formal), Efficient, and Final Cause—although I personally question the “change” or “changing” aspects of these last three causes as espoused by Aquinas and almost everybody else.

Since many Christians agree with the above, why is there not a consensus as to cosmological, eschatological, and theological ramifications? A systematic theology sheds a lot of burdensome baggage when the starting point is total deference to God’s Will, and, His Plan.

If God exists around the Universe, He sees the beginning, middle, and the end. In fact, I’m assuming apriori that He created the whole mess. That super piece of something-or-another which exploded into…well, everything, had a pretty amazing design and fabrication process. The DNA of the Universe did, is, and will determine each and every event, right up until the final curtain.

If all of this is true, Free Will must be an illusion, right? My answer: Yes! And, no.

You see, the thing is, it cannot be denied that Man enjoys choices every waking moment. However, it is possible—probable, in my opinion—that God so precisely designed this Big Bang bundle of joy that even human nature was/is mapped. Characters in this unique “living” novel are never going to actually surprise the Author and change themselves, much less the ending. Like an alcoholic who tells himself every morning that he will not take a drink tonight, it is a futile fantasy. However, if God chose to program some means of intervention and (hopefully successful) treatment, then that is exactly what will happen. If not, then it won’t happen.

“Then why should we bother trying to_____ [fill in the blank], if everything has been decided already?”

Of course I could ramble on and on about the implications and immediate questions, but I’m simply offering, as have others before me, something to think about. Maybe my/our idea is the Grand Unification Theory of Physics and Systematic Theology. This concept certainly claims an explanation for “everything.” Everything is wholly, and Holy, God’s Will (or, His Plan).

I will conclude by addressing one of those immediate questions—maybe two. Why in the world would God do that? What’s the point?

My answer is this: Because He can, first of all. Secondly, right before He does it all again, He will first gather everyone together and say, “Do you see me now? Do you understand why I only gave one commandment in the beginning? A few more wouldn’t have made any difference, would they? Do you see what is important, and what is not? So, if I give you a new-improved body, plus true free will, now, and an eternity to exercise it, what will you choose? How will you live? Or, would you prefer, because of your obstinate pride and anger, to not be a part of My Kingdom? Would you rather take the second death? This time, you really get to make the decision.”

Human nature is never changed by Humans. Never.

Before you get all huffy and make your list of examples which say otherwise, think about whether or not any one item can be said to have surprised God. Also, for those who rely heavily on God’s ability to “foresee” or “predict,” both imply “not really knowing.” In Mark 3:14, Jesus didn’t just predict that Peter was going to really mess up. He stated the hour of the day, the number of times Peter would deny Him, and the exact number of times that rooster would crow. That is “knowing” and “seeing” that hour, not predicting what could happen. Jesus didn’t arrange for an angel to go kick the rooster at 9:45 A.M. on Friday morning, or, as soon as Peter denied Jesus three times.

Wait! Then again, maybe He did. But, if He did, he arranged it before the Big Bang.

Just my opinion. And, I was predestined to give it.

Addendum: To hopefully appease a friend(s), I’ve realized that I need to speak more about this post.

Heck, I don’t know.  My Super-Deterministic Predestination sounds cruel. I can dig that. The number one, two, and infinite questions: 1 – Then what good is Prayer?

Well, what good is eating broccoli if you might die in a head-on crash with some Liberty Mutual auto insurance customer? What good is taking a shower if you ain’t goin’ anywhere? My stupid dog don’t care–I think. The point is, there are a whole bunch of things God tells us to do because He knows they are good for us, and, he knows we need guidance. So what if He already knows who, which of us will listen?

My reason for positing this theory of mine, and of many Christian scholars, is simple. Either God is transcendent of Time or he isn’t. Either He is is Omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent, or He isn’t. If He is stuck in our Arrow of Time, watching His Creation develop, and having to periodically nudge the bowling ball back onto the lane, then please be advised that He must not “know” how many pins we are going to knock down. [“But He is in control! He’ll knock down how ever many pins He desires.”] Or, [“We have Free Will. It’s our game. When He gets tired of our poor bowling skills, He will turn off the lights.”] Nope, and nope.

Biblical and Divine prophesy isn’t like Madam Marie Deveaux’s crystal ball or tarot cards. It isn’t like Washington, D.C. and MSM pundits predicting a Hillary victory, or a stock market crash if Trump wins.

If God exists outside and around Time, then He sees the beginning, middle, and end. Moreover, He created all of it/them. It’s a done deal. God isn’t constantly checking His watch to see how much longer He has to put up with this nonsense. He doesn’t have a watch.

Jeremiah 1:5
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

And that whole Jacob and Esau thing, before they were born. My JW friends told me that it was because God could look into and at their DNA and predict everything they would do. Really? Predict? He created their DNA. He also designed and created their entire lives. He sees the end of their lives at the same time He sees them in the womb–before that, actually.

Lastly, scientists say that there is no evidence of spirits, souls, angels, demons, or anything that can’t be explained by natural processes. I believe them, up to a point.

However, they, and me and we, live in a 4-D Space-Time Continuum. It’s a pretty incredible and really Yuge place. “Science” continues to do an amazing job of mapping it all out-almost all of it. There is still some dispute as to what happens in the end.

I think God doesn’t need to predict. He knows. He wrote the Book. That’s Predestination, I think. I don’t know.

The working title of my next novel-a direct sequel to #3-is Proof of God. I have two ideas. The first is related to all of those ontological, teleological, and Aquinas’ Five Ways-kind of stuff. But the second will be a plain old logic sort of premise. If anyone has any suggestions (positive, kind, serious, non-profane), I’d be happy for help.

 

 

Scuba diving, cats, and 9 lives

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A long time ago, in a place not too far away, I used up #3 or #4 of my nine lives while scuba diving, when not yet certified. It was a piece of cake dive off Palm Beach, off the Breakers Hotel, in 30-40’ of water. My two alleged “dive buddies” scattered in two different directions by the time I got to the bottom, having had trouble “popping my ears” as I always have. Those two were not certified either, although it didn’t matter in their case. They were both natural-born human submarines. One of them has some good scenes in my first novel, River Spirits, in a slightly alias sort of way. The other was a renown eye-ear-nose-and throat doctor, who happened to be 6’4” and full of muscles—hat tip to “Men at Work.”

To make a short story shorter, I cruised around until I used up most of my air, and then decided it was time to go up there where there was sunlight—and free oxygen. My second, or third, mistake was not knowing where my/our boat was. I popped up, happily at first, thirty or forty yards downstream of said boat. The thing about the Gulf Stream is that it isn’t terribly rapid, but its volume makes up for mundane speed. Unless you are Michael Phelps, you ain’t gonna swim forty yards upstream to your boat, especially if you are wearing a tank, weight-belt, and carrying a big speargun. I tried. I tried until I hit that infamous and very real panic stage. I did see a few parts of my life flash by, mostly featuring my wife (the first) and my two young children. This happened also before I got serious about weight-lifting, martial arts, and, before I got to dive with the Palm Beach County Sheriff’s Office Body and Evidence Recovery Team—fun stuff. And yet, somehow I decided, screw this sh*^t! I got out of the tank and backpack, dropped the speargun—it wasn’t mine anyway—and bobbed, happily (They, or, I didn’t have BC’s back then). A nearby boat, with a wonderful married couple, decided I didn’t look all that happy. They picked me up and idled me over to my original, unoccupied vessel. I waited until they went away before I chummed. I also then realized that I still had on the weight-belt! Please get certified before you ever go scuba diving in anything bigger than a kiddy pool. I can tell stories about dead scuba divers.

My friend went back down and recovered his speargun, easily. Now, to save face—mine—the doctor asks me to come to his house and look at an electrical problem. Having been born into an electrician-electrical contractor family, I earned my Journeyman card in (year deleted), and my masters in (ditto year), I thought, Cool! I can do this! And I did fix the problem.

The first-next problem involved the doctor’s cat: So, when he pulled his Mercedes into his garage, and I parked my old truck in the driveway, I followed him in, through a typical laundry room, into a modest kitchen and into a modest dining room, with a typical two-door glass slider looking out into… And now, for the rest of the story. I saw a critter walk by, outside, a critter with a relatively large cat-like tail. I thought, Hmm, he’s got an ocelot. It wasn’t an ocelot. It was a three year old female leopard. When it quickly spun around and—gulp!—stared at me, I didn’t like the look in her eyes. (I have experienced that before with females, but I never before thought I was in grave danger. Well, there was that one time…never mind.) The doctor said, “Oh, you see my cat.” He went over and… I said, mumbling, “You’re not going to open that door, are you?” He did open the door. I wondered if I could fit into a kitchen cabinet. Doc was a member of the local zoo’s board of directors. He had a uniquely designed backyard, across the big lake from ‘Down Town.’

A year or so later, a careless babysitter allowed the doctor’s very young daughter to get too close to “Kitty’s” outdoor, visitor-friendly containment area. Kitty scratched the little girls face. Good plastic surgeons repaired the damage. However, the city decided that the backyard kitty had to go.

The point is—as my hero, Willie Robertson likes to say—life is full of pitfalls, surprises, stupid mistakes—and cats. On a future blog, I will tell you about the very recent time I used up my #8 life. It involves a lovely looking mushroom which I decided to harvest—and eat. Until then, bonne appetite!

*(recommended for you): John Barry’s “The Deep” Theme from the movie The Deep!

Love Nick Nolte, back then. Jacqueline Bisset? Who wouldn’t have wanted to go scuba diving with her?