Every faith sets aside a few days each year for a sort of temporary heaven on a patch of earthly time, where humans discover goodwill within a subconscious muzak.
We believe in God not because of, but in spite of His magnificent creation, man. There is nothing much left to learn from the track record of a morally bipolar race. In a past age, the Sufi messenger of peace, Khwaja Muinuddin Chishti came to India after the marauding Sultan Mahmud of Ghazni; in more contemporary times, the Gandhian Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan preceded the murderous Taliban.
The analogy might suggest a false equivalence, as if good and evil exist on this tense spinning ball called earth in a fifty-fifty trade-off. Most of our time is consumed either fending off or dealing with violence and its barbarous cousins. God is the stable ideal of all that we miss: love, security, justice in a world where pain is synonymous with life. Our need for justice is so desperate that we let our imagination get virulent in search of metaphors for hell. Continue Reading..