Sunday, May 23, 2010

When the quest for truth turns sour

I ran across this phrase yesterday afternoon and I've been trying to decide whether I think these words, taken from a letter written by C.S. Lewis, are absurd or sheer genius:

"Of course reality must be self-consistent: but till (if ever) we can see the consistency it is better to hold two inconsistent views than to ignore one side of the evidence."

Does this principle, applied across a wide spectrum of issues and highly-contested debates, hold true? Is this the inevitable conclusion we must sometimes face when at a loss for understanding (as in a scientific example Lewis cites earlier in this piece to bolster his argument) or do inconsistencies simply imply there is more work to be done toward reaching understanding? At what point is it (if it is ever) wise, prudent, and noble to acknowledge that no more can be done and the best explanation is that we simply can't know the present answer; to assume that all the presupposed assumptions that have led us to a crossroads are true, regardless of seeming contradictions?

I have a need to make sense of and find the logic in order to accept something as truth. I assume that contradiction and inconsistency indicate a flaw among whatever has been presupposed. Which is why at first glance I shrank back at Lewis' words, scratched my head and thought I must be reading him wrong.

To be fair, Lewis isn't saying there is no absolute truth. He's just acknowledging our human incapacity to always see it clearly, and sometimes the best thing to do is lay down your shovel and stop digging. And I'm sure Lewis would be the first to say this principle should be applied sparingly on a case-by-case basis, as a last resort, once all other forceivable explanations and options have been exhausted. Still, it feels like intellectual laziness, doesn't it? And if there are absolute truths, they will eventually come to light, won't they?

I'm beginning to see where my continual 'digging' doesn't always even produce the real results I'm looking for. Sometimes it just means I'm attempting to force an issue so I can feel more comfortable with it. So I can feel I have a neat little answer, the right answer, the superior logic. And sometimes that's more damaging and futile than if I had just left it alone.

The funny thing is, after pondering this all night, I saw a tweet this morning with another quote, also attributed to Lewis: "It's not the things that I don't understand that convict me, it's the things that I do understand."

I don't know if he actually said this because I can't seem to find the quote, but it struck me as something of a rebuke for my earlier tirade and I find it ironic that both are at least attributed to Lewis. As if God was saying,
"You just worry about doing the things you know you ought to be doing and stop worrying about figuring it all out." Just goes to show, it's forever a balancing act...

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Tales from a Wedding Weekend

Those of you who are aware of the seemingly crazy circumstances surrounding my sister's recent wedding have asked how last weekend transpired.

The short answer is - they're hitched!



Theirs has been quite the story. Coming together from a half a world away, falling hopelessly in love in a matter of weeks, threatened with separation by their respective governments (and a mountain of paperwork!) and a whirlwind of wedding, house and marriage prep in another few short weeks --- I get exhausted just thinking about it! But those who know them, who have experienced them together, can attest to the way they take it all in stride. As they did on one of the most adventurous wedding days. EVER. I recorded a few thoughts from the day in an old diary from the fourth grade, which I found while rummaging through my things at home.



It is my sister's wedding day and the rain pours. I am sitting in the dark with a head full of wet hair and no power to dry it. Jess puts on a brave face and we laugh at the disastrous circumstances: the semi-outdoor venue will not shelter us from sideways rain, hail, and lightning that have been forecast for the entire day and well into the night. The photographer hasn't returned a call in days and this morning persists in evading us. As I leave another message on his voicemail, I realize I neglected to charge my Blackberry last night and it is dangerously low on power. Too late to charge it now. Jessica is beautiful, natural, calm, and as low-key as ever. It is the perfect day for a wedding. This is a perfect chapter in their story.

Getting to that wedding complete with makeup, hair and unsoiled dresses was quite an adventure. The hair stylist worked her magic via generator during a critical 3-hour power outage, and we made use of the natural lighting on the deck (under the covered walkway and out of the rain) to apply makeup and finishing touches. The dynamic duo of bridesmaids (including yours truly) provided escort with a host of supporting cast in the safe and unspotted transport and upkeep of the lovely bride in and out of cars, golf carts, and cave paths. Helpful hint: Keep a supply of baby wipes handy on your wedding day- they work miracles.




It was a perilously perfect day, complete with the impeccably-timed whine of tornado sirens during the vows. (Who wants wedding bells when you can have tornado sirens, anyway?) We sent them off with waves of handheld sparklers and collapsed into exhausted, joyful tears. Would that every bride's day might be half so momentous; would that every bride would weather (pun intended) the minor catastrophes that might arise on her wedding day with half so much grace and ease as Jess.

XOXOXOXOXO