everything is more fun when my husband is around. food even tastes better. coffee is more enjoyable. our bed is more comfy. dishes/laundry are less of a chore and best tackled as a tag-team. the list could go on.
Some things in life are so wonderful (or, at times, so horrible) that one can’t help but question it’s existence.
Is this real?
This is often the case with regard to my husband, who is so amazing, that at times I am finding myself pause and question if our life together is real or but a dream. Fortunately, all it takes to prove my current reality is finding random toilet paper in the toilet not placed there by myself - I assure you. He knows better. Yet, it is precisely these mundane annoyances that make me smile, reminding me that he is real, we are in love, marriage really is this good, and God has blessed me.
holy is the dish and drain the soup and sink, and the cup and plate and the warm wool socks, and the cold white tile showerheads and good dry towels and frying eggs sound like psalms with bits of salt measured in my palm it’s all a part of a sacrament as holy as a day is spent
holy is the busy street and cars that boom with passion’s beat and the check out girl, counting change and the hands that shook my hands today and hymns of geese fly overhead and spread their wings like their parents did blessed be the dog, that runs in her sleep to chase some wild and elusive thing holy is the familiar room and quiet moments in the afternoon and folding sheets like folding hands to pray as only laundry can i’m letting go of all my fear like autumn leaves made of earth and air for the summer came and the summer went as holy as a day is spent
holy is the place i stand to give whatever small good i can and the empty page, and the open book redemption everywhere i look unknowingly we slow our pace in the shade of unexpected grace and with grateful smiles and sad lament as holy as a day is spent
and morning light sings “providence” as holy as a day is spent
__ Carrie Newcomer, via Brian McLaren, Finding Our Way Again
It’s a bit past ten. I’m going to wash my face, crawl back into bed and read some Peter Rollins/Anne Dillard until sleep finds me. I think I’ll sleep in the middle of the bed tonight. That’s right, Steven, I’m sprawling out. And darling, in all seriousness, I appreciate all that you do. Thank you for sacrificing your sleep and making all dat cash mo’ney for us. I love you.
Ignosticism, or igtheism, is the theological position that every other theological position (including agnosticism) assumes too much about the concept of God and many other theological concepts. The word “ignosticism” was coined by Sherwin Wine, a rabbi and a founding figure in Humanistic Judaism.
It can be defined as encompassing two related views about the existence of God:
The view that a coherent definition of God must be presented before the question of the existence of god can be meaningfully discussed. Furthermore, if that definition is unfalsifiable, the ignostic takes the theological noncognitivist position that the question of the existence of God (per that definition) is meaningless. In this case, the concept of God is not considered meaningless; the term “God” is considered meaningless.
The second view is synonymous with theological noncognitivism, and skips the step of first asking “What is meant by ‘God’?” before proclaiming the original question “Does God exist?” as meaningless.
Some philosophers have seen ignosticism as a variation of agnosticism or atheism, while others have considered it to be distinct. An ignostic maintains that they cannot even say whether he/she is a theist or an atheist until a sufficient definition of theism is put forth.