The discussion
continues in Chapter 29. Gregory learns more about belief systems and
gets a glimpse of the fourth dimension. At the end of the chapter, he
sees his first UFO.
When we were
comfortably seated in front of the fire, I began scratching my head,
trying to draw some conclusion that would have brought the discussion a
step forward. But Sarah was quicker. "I can see what Cliff meant when
he said he'd be rocking the boat," she said. "It's been rather simple
so far: either you believed in God or you believed in evolution. Cliff
says we can safely accept both. Now what?" "Good question," John said.
"It hits the nail on the head. Hardly anyone realizes that
evolutionists haven't at all proved that God doesn't exist. That
concept is simply scientific fraud, a parasite on legitimate research.
Not even Charles Darwin made such a claim, but rather saw God creating
life through the laws of nature. But just as with political propaganda,
it's been repeated so often that, to most people, it has become a fact.
And the faith of many Christians is so fragile that they panic at the
thought of accepting the scientific findings evolutionists have used to
fabricate their so called proof.
"This crisis of
confidence among Christians is the result of naively swallowing the
opposition's argument to the effect that if something evolved slowly,
then God can't have made it. However, some of our greatest scientists,
including some Nobel Prize winners, have pointed out that there's no
other valid explanation for the world than that it was created by God.
And that should be plenty of reassurance for those in doubt: there's
nothing out there that isn't God's work. Even if something took ten
billion years to complete, it still didn't come about by itself; it just
happened to please God to make it that way. A definite, creative act
of God doesn't have to produce an instant result like a magician's
trick. That perception is just something we've blindly taken over from
our superstitious ancestors. Who are we to dictate how God is allowed
to work?
"When evolutionists
run up against the problem that spontaneous formation of ever higher
forms of life goes against the laws of probability and thermodynamics,
they habitually resort to conjuring up a benevolent tendency in the
background that compensates for their trouble with such laws. They
can't say that it's a Creator they're missing, so they capitalize
Evolution or Nature to give an impression of divinity. It would seem
that the faith of the typical Christian is so feeble that we think
giving up the traditional calendar week of creation means admitting that
Nature and Evolution are stronger than God. Well, the comforting fact
is that God made everything in this world. Without God, there would be
no universe, no evolution, and no evolutionists. Nature is a creative
and controlling force in the universe only because God made her that
way; she didn't invent herself." "Can we talk about the laws you just
mentioned?" I asked. "How does probability come into this?"
"If you want to
believe that there's no Creator," John replied, "you'll have to assume
that the universe has always been here, which goes against scientific
findings. Without a Creator, the probability for it coming about is
zero. Science tells us that the sum of matter and energy is constant,
so neither can just pop up out of nothing. If you want to make new
energy--as opposed to using solar energy either directly or stored in
fuels, wind, waterfalls, and so on--you have to use up matter by way of a
nuclear reaction. Adding new matter to the universe is possible only
by consuming existing energy. Therefore, the Big Bang--the sudden
appearance, out of nothing, of all the energy needed to make the entire
universe--can't have been anything other than a creative act of God.
Evolutionists simply choose to ignore or brush off this basic scientific
truth."
"Stephen Hawking
said that stars and galaxies can't come out of nothing, but the whole
universe, according to his physics, can," I noted. "And so no God was
needed, he thought. Yet what he didn't say was why we and the universe
should be here. Why should Evolution have made a race of sentient,
moral beings as the end product of 14 billion years of chance
happenings--assuming it were possible? Without a reason it's no more
probable to occur than without a Creator. "The second law of
thermodynamics tells us that energy always seeks to return to its least
useful form, and, as a corollary, that everything, if left alone, tends
to return to a state of the least possible organization. The heat from
the fireplace dissipates and becomes part of the local microclimate.
The steam from the kettle condenses on the windows and wafts out the
door. Your car will rust and fall apart if you don't maintain it. So
when we observe life defying death and decay, and evolving toward
greater perfection, we know there's a higher force at work than mere
physics.
"When any life form
dies, the same chemistry that kept it alive and sprouting or bouncing
about, sets to work to return it to the earth. Nothing needs to be
added or removed: all that happens is that life departs. We can explain
all the actions of DNA and hormones and enzymes and electrochemical
nerve impulses and their roles in supporting living organisms, but our
sciences can't explain life." "I hear there's a school of scientists
that has created nucleic acid precursors starting with just hydrogen
cyanide, hydrogen sulphide, and ultraviolet light," I said. "Someone
else found four small peptides that could form spontaneously, from which
all existing proteins could be built. That would suggest that the
origin of life on Earth could have been the result of the right
chemicals forming sometime during the comet impacts of hundreds of
millions of years. There's some significant probability for that to
happen, isn't there?" "That's precisely what I've been talking about,"
John said. "We can make guesses at the processes God used. But when
you choose to look at just those processes and quietly assume that the
universe and the right atmospheric chemistry just happened to be there,
needing no explanation, you're insulting the intelligence of your
audience. It's just as silly to say that life came to earth on board
comets. Then where was it made? The probability for anything at all
existing without a Creator remains zero.
"The interesting
thing here is that evolutionism fulfills all the criteria of a religion.
It has its own prophet, Charles Darwin; its own holy book, The Origin
of Species; its own creed--there must be no God, so we'll conveniently
forget that Darwin called the sum of the animal and vegetable kingdoms
'Creation'--and its own man-made creative deity, Evolution
(capitalized). Evolutionism even has its own scientist-priests whose
more or less lucrative task it is to assure believers that nothing more
than blind chance is needed to explain the universe and everything in
it." "The creationists, now," I said. "They'll have all this popping
into existence as we see it today, within six revolutions of the earth."
"And they hire all these quacks to refute every scientific finding that
shows how it was actually done," John added. "Their big thing,
explaining everything from dinosaur bones to ancient geological
formations, is the Flood, covering the whole earth. The poor dinosaurs
all missed the boat when Noah closed the gates. They cater to people
who can't handle any challenges to their traditional view of the world."
"They haven't taken
the plane from Sydney to Melbourne," I mused. "It took more than forty
days of rain to carve that landscape out of the bedrock..." John
continued. "You may wonder why this is so important to them. It's all
to do with identity. Our sense of identity depends, among other things,
on protecting our convictions, and in a changing world, we'll pay good
money to those who have the ability to reassure us emotionally and
shield us from what others consider facts. The ignorant, the quacks,
and the purveyors of fundamentalist nonsense form a thriving economy of
their own, and everybody's vested interest in its product--protection
from the need to think--and in the revenue it generates, gives it some
status and makes it self-perpetuating." "Explain that reference you made
to identity, John," Sarah said. John obliged. "Our identity is the
central and most important part of our psyche: we can handle most other
losses and privations and retain or regain some measure of composure,
but not the loss of our identity. Amnesia causes such trauma in part
because the sufferer doesn't know who he or she is. Old people
suffering from dementia go through a distressing process of losing the
sense of identity they've built up during their lives, and often become
very depressed.
"There are ways we
can lose our identity while having all our mental faculties intact.
Take the people in the witness protection program: you can't just erase
their old identities; you have to give them new ones. Migrants stay
together in ghettos, neighborhoods, or professions where they can
safeguard their traditions, language, and other facets of their common
identity. Only their children eventually make the transition to the
culture and language of the host country. This brings us to the
importance of the in-group for our sense of identity. "Humans are herd
animals. Most of us can conceive of and define our identity only in
terms of the groups we belong to: gender, nationality, language,
profession, religion, race, rank, title, service club, football team
allegiance, and so on. Exclude us from the community--point the bone at
us--and we tend to lie down and die. Preserving our sense of identity
as members of our in-group can therefore be a matter of life and death.
This is why our leaders have such power over us, and why peer pressure
is the most compelling way of influencing our decision-making."
"Emy, my friend
that I mentioned earlier," I interjected, "once said that any religion
that has the power, by excommunicating you, to cut you off from your
friends and family--your in-group, that is--or to put you to death, is
not of God. Such organizations twist their ever so holy scriptures to
suit their politics, and they use people's natural need for spiritual
security to keep their members captive and to enrich their leaders."
"She may well be right," John answered. "But the power of the in-group
is an inescapable fact. It follows that our world is neatly and
permanently divided into 'us' and 'them.' More specifically, 'we,' the
members of the in-group, are always right and 'they,' the others, are
always wrong.
"An in-group is
defined first by common rules, values, and behavioral patterns; only
secondarily by skin color, language, creed, nationality, age, and so on.
An outsider who acts differently and has other values will be rejected
by the members of the group. This is part of human nature, and the
logic behind it is the following: as long as you share my values and
play by the same rules as I do, you'll make the same deductions as the
members of my group from the cues available, and recognize my place in
the group's pecking order. You'll perceive my social position, however
modest, and respect me for it the same way I value my place in the
scheme of things. On the other hand, if your background and your values
are different, you may not appreciate my worth, my rank, my
identity--and so I fear you and distrust you, and my children aren't
allowed to play with your children. "Now, suppose that 'we,' the members
of the local in-group, happen to hold some really tenuous beliefs,
maintained since generations by conservative leaders who see their
market segment as consisting of people who reject all change and
progress. We are the laughing stock of the world. Some of us may be
wondering what's going on and looking into alternatives. We are
threatened as a functioning in-group.
"Is this a
tolerable situation? No. We will look to our leaders for reassurance
that we're still in the right. The leaders will gladly provide that
service, because their livelihoods depend on the viability of our group
and its idiosyncrasies. The methods invariably employed for this are
disparaging and attacking reason as something godless and dangerous,
substituting it with blind faith in the hypocritical and conniving (or
inept) leadership, and labeling all questioning as treason and all doubt
as mortal sin. Man's capacity for self-deception is practically
infinite, and its foremost driving force, apart from wishful thinking,
is the desire to conform.
"Now, we don't want
to oversimplify an important concept like identity. You must
understand that what people do is just as crucial to their identity as
what they are and what they think. That's why we won't change our
habits even if our very lives depend on it. Most people who learn that
their diet is unhealthy aren't prepared to change the way they eat.
Informed only by custom or its modern substitute, advertising, they
think they have no choice, and unwittingly elect illness and untimely
death over breaking with the culinary pattern of their ethnic group or
social class. Only by offering them membership in an alternative group,
such as an imaginary club of clients of the weight loss industry, can
you persuade a small proportion of those who really need it to improve
their lifestyles. This has nothing to do with fat addiction or
unwillingness to cut down on the salt: most of us simply can't bring
ourselves to let go of even the slightest facet of the rituals and
behaviors that help define our identity as members of our in-group."
"Expecting people to change their habits is like pulling teeth," I
concurred. "You're saying that our established habits and beliefs are
part of our identities. That would be the reason why becoming a
Christian is so traumatic that we have to be promised a supernatural
regeneration to find the courage to take that step."
"That's true," John
confirmed. "It's a step into the unknown. We have to be trusting like
children--born again--and break with our old in-group, which, in Jesus'
days, simply was our extended family or clan. The relatives of someone
who may have considered following Jesus when he first taught the new
faith, by definition, weren't Christians. "Everybody's in-group was his
or her clan. There were no other in-groups available then, as everyone
worked at home and was held in a viselike grip by the clan allegiance
required of them, and as no groups could form over large distances for
want of communications. The only exception would have been the Roman
army: its soldiers had already changed their allegiance away from their
civilian roots. In the same way, the new Christians had to disavow the
authority of their clans and form a new in-group of their own." "Is this
the meaning of 'hating your father and mother' and all that?" Sarah
inquired.
"Yes," John
replied. "That's a Bible passage that has been misunderstood and abused
more than most. Every cult that needs young converts to solicit money
for its leaders draws on that passage. It should be understood in its
linguistic and cultural context: you change your in-group and get a new
identity; that is, you become a new person. You don't get a license to
break the fourth commandment or start beating your wife and children."
The warmth of the fire really made itself felt by now, and we sipped our
tea in silence for a moment. The clock on the mantelpiece showed that
it was past ten, but I still wanted to know more. "John," I said, "I bet
you can explain something that's always puzzled me. Adam and Eve had
two sons, Cain and Abel. Cain killed Abel, was banished, and went off
and married. Only afterwards did Eve bear Seth and an unspecified
number of sons and daughters. So where did Mrs. Cain come from?"
"We're beginning to
split hairs now," John said, "because that account in Genesis doesn't
spell out in which order all this happened. Either you'll have to
assume that Cain didn't marry until one of his sisters was old enough,
or else you can draw on Cliff's theory that Adam was taken from an
existing tribe of prehistoric humans, as a perfect example of the
species, fit to be given an immortal soul. Eve wasn't conceived the
regular way--this we know for sure. Genesis tells us that God cloned
her from Adam's rib. She might still have had a surrogate mother--if we
can clone embryos and implant them, we can be sure God can, too. Adam
had the time to wait: he lived for 930 years, and was 130 by the time
Seth was born. "But after they were barred from Eden, they would have
returned to Adam's tribe, where their children would have had no trouble
finding mates. Remember that God marked Cain so *people* wouldn't kill
him on sight as a murderer. This shows that there were others around,
and that Cain knew their law. Also, Cain went to a country that had a
name, Nod, where he built a city: you need people for that.
"Adam and Eve had
nearly been made immortal, and the first few generations of patriarchs,
and, I assume, their sisters, as well, had life spans of around nine
hundred years. They had the time to produce many times more children
than the old kind of people who had a life expectancy of twenty-five to
forty years, at the most--the men, most likely, with several wives at a
time. We can safely assume that the descendants of Adam, with their
free will, also had a superior ability of organization, as well as any
amount of ambition. In view of all this, they would soon have dominated
the region where they lived." "Could there still be untouched pockets
of the original humans somewhere in the world?" I asked, thinking of the
small bands of Stone Age people that were still found in the Amazon
jungle as late as early this century.
"Why not," John
answered. "Australian Aborigines have been in that country for 65,000
years, which is more than the most generous estimate of the time since
Adam. They have their own legends about surviving a great flood by
going up into the mountains. Creationists say the Biblical Flood killed
all humans, but the Genesis story of the Flood deals only with the
nations of the Middle East. It's rather silly to think that a stone-age
chronicler living perhaps 7,000 years ago could have known that the
world extended beyond the area he knew about and whose tribes he could
list, and that people lived on other continents, untouched by the
disasters of his own. Think about it: as recently as 600 years ago, the
expression 'the whole world' included neither America nor Australia." I
took out my smartphone, checked a few figures on the Internet, and made
some calculations. "The amount of water we have on Earth now is about
302 million cubic miles, 98 per cent of it in the oceans. Raising the
sea level by 13,000 feet--the typical elevation where Noah's Ark tends
to be found on Mt. Ararat--would require an additional 490 million cubic
miles, or 1.6 times the current amount of water. To raise the sea from
its current level to the top of Mt. Everest and covering all dry land,
the amount of additional water needed would be 1,083 million cubic
miles, or 3.6 times the current amount of water.
"The extra water
could have been delivered from outer space by comets, although they
would have obliterated all life on Earth in the process. However, the
only way to send it back would have been by splitting it into hydrogen
and oxygen through electrolysis or catalysis. Then, over a long period
of time--millions of years, not 150 days--the hydrogen could have gone
back to space, while the heavier oxygen would have stayed and raised the
proportion of that gas in the atmosphere to a point where all organic
matter would have self-combusted." John was pleased with this reasoning.
"Myself, I prefer to limit Noah's flood to the Neolithic settlements
on the Black Sea shore that were inundated around 5,600 BC when the
Mediterranean broke through the Bosporus Strait and suddenly raised the
surface of that former lake by about 500 feet. Like Cliff said, God at
the time was disgusted with the wickedness of Adam's and Eve's
descendants. The people on the south shore of the Black Sea at the time
were early farmers and may well have been identical with that progeny.
Anyway, if the Flood was world-wide, how did the armadillo and the
kangaroo get to the Ark and back?"
"That makes sense,"
I concluded. "It seems like a bit of a let-down, though." "Not as far
as Noah is concerned," John countered. "He performed a monumental work
of faith, building a seagoing ship with a displacement of at least
20,000 tons using stone-age tools. He spent decades of his life doing
this while others scoffed at him. Not only did he save himself and his
family when the flood came, he also did a splendid conservation job. No
wonder he's counted among the patriarchs. "Anyway, we aren't here to
disparage Noah or his ark. We're poking holes in one of the deceptions
used by Creationist leaders to keep their followers in medieval
ignorance and safeguard their cash flows." "Those leaders say that you
can't be saved unless you believe that all 66 books of the Bible are
literally true and contain God's entire revelation to mankind," I added.
John knew what I
was talking about. "The Law was God's full and sufficient revelation
for Bronze Age people: it contains all they could understand and relate
to. The same applies to the Prophets and Iron Age people, and to
Writings and the New Testament and the nations of antiquity,
respectively. But that doesn't mean that we with our enormously
increased insights shouldn't be prepared and allowed to place the
stories in their context and focus on God's intent and message rather
than feign a blind faith in the superiority of Bronze Age understanding
over modern science."
"Now, if God is so
good and perfect," I inquired, "why does he allow such bad things to
happen to people?" "Well, which do we want," Sarah retorted, "God or a
babysitter? Most of the things you're talking about are caused by
people, the rest by our natural environment or our own poor judgment.
No matter how advanced our technology, we're here on Nature's terms. As
to the rest, why do we blame God for what people do? He gave us a free
will, and we're quite happy to have it and use it. Is God then
supposed to tamper with everybody else's free will in order to protect
us? Tyrants do that, not God. Humanity's relationship with God is like
a marriage where one spouse makes all the decisions and the other gets
all the blame. And yet he continues to love us and giving us second
chances. It really isn't too much to ask that we should give God a bit
of praise and thanks now and then. "God didn't design this world in
such a way that he'd have to run it himself. He doesn't. He turned
that job over to us: humans run the world. That's why it's being done
in such an awful manner. But the bright side of it is that we're also
masters of our own destinies. When God does interfere in our lives,
it's in response to prayer, usually lots of it. You need to be very
specific as to what it is you want, and you need to have an unshakable
faith in God's ability to do what you need done. He often works through
apparent coincidences and fortuitous meetings between people: always
leave the timing to him. And when it turns out that you aren't getting
what you want, realize that God knows the future, and is the better
judge of what's good for you in the long run.
"Everyone doesn't
necessarily have an idyllic life on Earth, and it isn't necessarily such
a good thing when it does happen. God permits hardship in order to
enable us to mature: we're born with personality traits, but character
comes about only as a result of living through adversity. He's great
enough to be able to use both chance happenings and willful human acts
to further his purposes concerning us. Your task is to match some of
that greatness by profiting from your experiences without building up
cynicism and resentment that would ruin both your disposition and your
prospects for an eternal life. "Some lives are short, some are longer.
Each has the potential to shape a character. What would be the purpose
of a coddled life without adversity? A life without risks and wants is
for neutered house cats, not for people being prepared for God's
kingdom.
"Think of the
myriad bugs and micro-organisms for which we, as newcomers to the
biosphere, are potential food and habitat. Think of the radiation and
the toxins that constantly damage our DNA. It's incredible that, living
in an environment that's so bent on our destruction, we have the health
and lifespan that, on average, we do have. As products of evolution,
our defenses can only be as good as required to maintain our species.
In this world, our immune systems will never be perfect. Yet we rail at
God for every genetic mishap and for every misfortune poverty generates
through lack of knowledge and medical care. Alleviating poverty is our
responsibility, not God's. If nature has her way with some of us and
it could have been prevented, we need to improve the way we look after
those in need, not blame God for permitting survival of the fittest as a
principle of nature. "We mourn our deceased friends and relatives and
complain about the unfairness of our loss because we can only think of
ourselves, our grief, and the here and now. But the loved ones we have
lost are normally safe with God and on their way to much greater things
than we have here. If not, they weren't very lovable to begin with.
"Don't forget what
the Bible says: God can use everything for the good of those who love
him. "Never ever think of yourself as a victim, Gregory! It's a
debilitating attitude that clouds your judgment and could, in the
extreme, get you killed. You have no right to self-pity. If you ever
feel that you do, think of the movie The Passion of the Christ."
"Thanks, Sarah," I said sincerely. "I'll remember that. But if I may
continue for a while, what did Cliff mean with his first statements
about the world being a stage and having only three dimensions? I got
the feeling that he put the entire known universe in a rather
insignificant light. How many dimensions are there in all?" "Sarah just
told you that we're here to mature," John explained. "We come from
somewhere, 'upstairs,' as Adrian said, when we're born, and we go
somewhere when we die. So there must be other realms than this
three-dimensional world we can perceive. St. Paul, in Ephesians 3:18,
talks about his prayer that we'll all come to 'comprehend with all the
saints what is the breadth, and length, and height, and depth,' so it
seems that we should count on four dimensions, at least. But if there
are more than four, we really don't have to worry about them: the
difficult thing is to imagine anything at all beyond the three
dimensions we know." I pulled out my New Testament from Henry Allen, and
found a slightly different version of what John had cited. It talked
about all those concepts as dimensions of Christ's love.
"What I just quoted
is the English rendition of the original text," John said. "Its
obvious, literal meaning was too far-fetched for most Bible translators.
They needed an object for the dimensions, so, as a rule, they opted
out and applied them to the next verse. If you want to study the Bible,
always use several different translations, including at least one
literal translation. Many translators have recorded not only the
limitations of their imagination and understanding, but also their
political and sectarian agendas. "The idea Cliff expressed so briefly,
is that we've been given physical requirements, along with many
limitations that don't exist in the spiritual world, so we'll be forced
to make difficult decisions and get a chance to test our love for each
other by caring for those in need. "In that sense, this world is a
stage: most of what we do here wouldn't be necessary in the larger
realm. The environment, its physical laws, and the existence of time
provide a script for our lives, steering us in certain mandatory
directions. However, the important difference between our lives and a
play as we know it is that we can exercise our free will and make
choices." "Mathematically, I know how to deal with any number of
dimensions," I told John. "But it seems really hard to try to visualize
what it means that there could be more than three in real life." John
had been through this before.
"We live in three
dimensions, right? That's one more than two dimensions. Use analogy,
my friend. If you lived in a two-dimensional plane, you could go in all
directions in the plane, but you wouldn't be able to go outside it.
You wouldn't be able to see or imagine three-dimensional space or any
other planes than your own, because you'd be built flat, with no eyes on
the sides facing away from your own plane. The third dimension, now,
is at right angles with the two you can grasp, but you can't point that
way, because no matter how you turn, your arms move only in your own
plane. "If you could move in the third dimension, you'd find that it's
much like the first two: you could measure the distance you had gone,
you might encounter other two-dimensional planes with interesting new
worlds in them, inhabited by other kinds of two-dimensional beings, and
you could return and find your way back to where you had come from.
Perhaps it would be a little too much to handle, but for the
adventurous, quite exciting. "We who live in three dimensions--in a
space rather than a plane--have exactly the same limitations when it
comes to the fourth dimension. It's got to be perpendicular to the
space we live in, with other spaces and, perhaps, other worlds in it.
We can't point in the direction of that fourth dimension, because no
matter how we turn, our arms move only in the three dimensions we know.
But seen from that elusive perspective, we'd be open to inspection
right into the marrow of our bones, just as you, from outside a plane,
could see the innards of the two-dimensional beings that populated it."
It was a good
analogy. Still, I was missing a real gut feeling of what it would be
like. Somehow or other, leaving this space would have to be similar to
the idea of rising above a familiar plane, staying in the same spot, in a
manner of speaking, but still being removed from it. You'd be so much
removed, in fact, that there'd be no communication with those left
behind, even though the distance, measured in the new direction,
wouldn't need to be very great. So questioned, John came up with yet
another analogy. "Imagine you're five years old. You're about three
foot four, still a bit timid but ready to explore the world as far as
you're allowed to go. So one evening, when your mom turns her back, you
come upon this roll of corrugated cardboard standing on its end. The
roll is four feet wide, or, rather, high: well above your head. What do
you do? Of course, you find the end of the cardboard and look between
the layers. "Then you start walking into the roll. Never mind that it
was neat and tightly rolled when you found it, and that you'll leave it
unraveled and wobbly. You don't know that, and so you walk on. And on
and on and on. Within a few minutes, you may have walked five yards,
then ten, then fifteen. Eventually, you have to stop, when the stuff
won't give any longer. Now where are you?"
"In the same spot,
but 15 yards removed from the rest of the world!" I exclaimed,
realizing what John was after. "I've walked a certain distance, I can't
be seen, and I have to walk all the way back to get out again. So I'm
really not in this space anymore, except that Mom can see me, if she
looks down the top of the roll." "God couldn't be everywhere, so he made
mothers," John remarked. "I'm told that's an old Arab saying. The
same way, I imagine, God looks on us, seeing every cell in our bodies,
from the fourth dimension that we can't perceive. Now, I like this
analogy: I used to walk into rolls of corrugated cardboard as a child,
and, I'll tell you, it was quite scary. The further you go, the dimmer
the light gets; sounds from outside become muffled, and you know
perfectly well that there's no panicking in there, because you have to
get out the way you went in, and in an orderly manner. If you knock the
roll over and crawl out the top, you're bound to flatten and break the
material, and then Mom will get you alright." "Great," I said. "Now for
the last of these mysteries: time. How can time be an option? It
seems like the most inflexible limitation we have." As I had expected,
John had an answer ready for this question, too.
"All this reasoning
about physical space and dimensions agrees well with simple
mathematics. Time, however, is different. It takes Einstein's general
theory of relativity to describe spacetime mathematically. If we didn't
have time, it wouldn't be easy to think it up theoretically. To me,
it's counterintuitive that time must go in just one direction. It leads
me to think that time is a tailor-made property of this
three-dimensional space where we live. "Time is a necessary convenience
for life in three dimensions. Without it, you could never walk through
a door--it's possible only because the door can be open at certain
times. God has made time to enable us to mature; it is, hence, the most
precious resource he has given us. Those who have had near-death
experiences tell us that the first question we're asked after we die is
how we've used our time here. God remains outside of time and sees
everything that goes on like you see traffic on a one-way street from a
helicopter: you can pretty well predict what lies ahead for somebody who
won't know until they get there. So if God wants to use an
evolutionary process that takes a billion years, he just sets it going
and comes back later to use the results--he doesn't have to sit around
and wait."
Soon I thanked my
hosts and said good night. John wouldn't have me walk the quarter mile
to my shack, but came along and started up his car. Halfway to the
shack the road turned to the right, and just as we approached the bend,
the car's engine suddenly died, while ahead, beyond a shrub-clad ridge, I
saw a bluish light approaching. There were no roads or buildings there,
and I gasped, "What's that?" "A UFO," John said. "They come here
sometimes." "Do you mean you've seen them before? What are they?" I was
petrified, but John's calmness gave me a lot of comfort. So far,
nothing worse had befallen us than the fact that the car had no life
whatsoever. "I reckon their crews are custodians of the earth," John
said. "Time travelers, who stop here in our age now and then, perhaps
for a breath of fresh air. They're the ones who watch the long, slow
processes of development and regeneration here on Earth, by zipping from
one eon to another. I got taken along once by accident." I thought I
had heard a lot about John, but this sounded just incredible. "You must
be joking! Taken along where?"
"To another era on
Earth. It could have been right here, but it was a different time
alright. I came driving one night along this same road, with the dog in
the car, a little earlier in the evening. The UFO appeared in just the
same spot as now: they have their regular places they come back to. I
went out to investigate why the car had stopped, and the dog came with
me. He was so scared he stayed by the car, while I went ahead to the
bend in the road. I felt dizzy, and as the UFO came closer and landed
next to me, I found I was in a different place altogether. It was a
wasteland with no life anywhere. There was a little light, but the sky
was practically black. A couple of men came out of the UFO and looked
very mystified and concerned to see me. 'You don't belong here,' one of
them said. 'How did you manage to tag on?' "I didn't know, and I
didn't seem to have the power to answer, either. They returned to their
craft and a little later I found myself back by the car, with no more
signs of the UFO. The dog was lying where I'd left him, so weak that I
had to lift him into the car. He recovered alright by morning, however.
The car lights, which had gone out when the car had died on me, were
on again, and when I tried to start the car, it worked just as before. I
haven't noticed any side effects from that adventure, but I decided
then not to leave the car if ever I saw one of them again."
The light in front
of us now became brighter, and for a moment I saw a round object with
openings along the edge and underneath, from which the light emanated.
Then the UFO took off, abruptly, to the left, and disappeared behind the
trees. The car lights came on again and, like John had said, the car
started up without trouble. "Are you too scared now to sleep alone out
there?" John asked me. "Just let me know how you feel, and we'll put
you up in Bruce's room." Strange enough, I wasn't. "Please drive on," I
said. "Tell me, how do you know you weren't taken to the moon or some
other part of space?" John laughed. "I can tell you it wasn't the moon,
because I was able to breathe, and I felt just as heavy as usual. If
they managed, unwittingly, to carry me through space, in no time,
outside the craft, without me exploding on the way, to another planet
where I was able to breathe the air, well, then they're to be
congratulated. I've just guessed at the simplest explanation: that I
didn't go anywhere geographically speaking, but was ported through time
to some era, perhaps in the future, during which the earth is being
regenerated following a major catastrophe. With no human life around,
these people look after it and regulate whatever processes are at work,
so that millions or billions of years later, as we reckon, another
world, full of life, is again at God's disposal for whatever purposes he
has."
"Were those men
small and green with those beady eyes, then?" I asked, thinking of all
the science fiction stuff I had absorbed during my teens. "No," John
answered, "they looked like regular people, with tight-fitting clothes
and some form of helmets on their heads. Working gear for a tough
environment, I'd say. Don't believe any of that occult stuff you read
about UFOs. Somebody is out to make money, that's all. As I see it,
there's nothing mystical at work here. God has said he'll finish off
this present world with fire, and then he'll make everything new. I
believe I visited that time of regeneration. It could be a very long
time, counted in years, while new life is created. But God's people
will be taken past that time, via Heaven, and put back into the new
world, without experiencing any more delay than what it takes to
exchange formalities up there." "What if they hadn't noticed you and had
gone off to some other eon?" I asked, aware that John had been through
something quite out of the ordinary. "Well, I had no way of calling for
help, so in that case, I suppose I'd soon have perished. Fortunately
for me, they had some reason to leave their vehicle. I'd have had to
blame my own rashness, of course, going toward the thing, knowing full
well that I had no business around it. But I don't regret having gained
the understanding I now have concerning UFOs."
By the time I got
back to my quarters, it was midnight, and I should have been scared to
death. But I felt outright elated and assured John that I'd be OK. If I
needed any support, there was always the smartphone. I had little
trouble going to sleep and dreamed about weird and wonderful things.