They say to God, "Depart from us! We do not desire the knowledge of your ways." -Job 21:14
Stephen W. Hawking.
To look at his atrophied, twisted and misshapen body is to be moved to compassion.
How much more so when he reveals his atrophied, twisted and misshapen heart?
No heaven.
No hope.
Oh, I suppose he has satisfaction. He is, after all, outstanding in his field; respected and admired, not only for his scientific achievements, but for overcoming a body that does litle more than house his giant computer brain.
But no hope.
Unless he hopes for death. I've never heard him say.
O LORD, I pray for Stephen Hawking. He has no hope, though he is outstanding in his field.
And that is where you will find him, God. Out standing in his field. Much like a farmer after a disastrous hailstorm.
Bewildered.
Confused.
No hope.
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It's funny - when i was fourteen or fifteen Hawking's "Brief History of Time" exploded my sense of how huge and awesome and amazing - how ineffable, to use an old word - God is --
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