Three Questions

by Dale Andrews on April 29th, 2009

My life has revolved around three ques­tions: What of God? What of the Mind? What of Cre­ation? I went to col­lege off and on (mostly on) for twenty-five years to pur­sue these. I have worked in a pro­fes­sion — a call­ing if you will — in which I have been encour­aged to read widely and deeply. It has taken me from ele­men­tary Koine Greek to Quan­tum Physics. In between have been the Coun­sel­ing and Psy­chol­ogy stud­ies. I have dab­bled in Phi­los­o­phy, Polit­i­cal Sci­ence, and even spent a few years in Nurs­ing School (loved the stud­ies and the patient care — hated the paper­work).

It is unlikely that I will ever fully answer the ques­tions. Each one is a life­time endeavor and more. There is an ele­gant fab­ric that con­nects the ques­tions. I have also exper­i­mented socially. My per­sonal life looks like some­thing between a dime novel and a mid-afternoon soap opera. I smile when I think of the crazy things I have done (and con­tinue to do).

There have been some close calls along the way too. I have come within an instant of sure death so many times that I won­der if I am not part cat. There is no way I should have lived this long. I grew up with Crohn’s dis­ease, and often con­sid­ered tak­ing my own life just to end the mis­ery. For what­ever rea­son, I have come into some rel­a­tively smooth years. I con­tinue to pur­sue the three ques­tions.

The ques­tions can­not be fully answered. The cur­tain behind each mys­tery is another cur­tain hid­ing a mys­tery. The quest has never been dull. The humor along the way has been ter­rific. I have even done a lit­tle bit of stand up com­edy. (Stand up the­ol­ogy is a lit­tle stead­ier pay­check.) I thank God each day that peo­ple put up with my non­sense. No doubt God smiles and shakes his head when he looks at my life. I think I have him with the smile. I am just too darn cute for grace to resist me. It is always the puppy that crawls out of the pen that gets taken home first.

At heart, I am deeply seri­ous. My humor cov­ers my wounds and gives me the bal­ance to con­tinue my lit­tle per­sonal quest of the three ques­tions. So far, so good.

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