Continuing the discussion from Another way to use our minds, Richard Rohr on Unknowing and Christianity:
That seems a sad reaction to an inspiring talk. But rather than your questions, I would rather ask why someone who calls themself “apistos” (ἄπιστος), which translates to “unbeliever” or “unfaithful,” needs to comment at all? Why bring unwarranted, unjustified and misguided criticism into it?
What do you know about mysticism, metaphysics, mystery, darkness, or unknowing? How would you know that there’s nothing behind that? How can you judge whether they were hollow words? The most important question is, though, how come “bags of enzymes” suffer and love. How come they yearn? Why is that not a mystery?
Unlike you, there are many people who have found life to be such a mystery and spent time inquiring, probing, and questioning. The answers they found were hard to put into words, and they used poetry, music, drama, and many forms of artistic prowess to express their fascination and the inspiration they gained. Some simply measured what they could see and came up with astounding formulas and geometrical forms integrated into the fabric of life. Some probed the consciousness that eludes our explanations, and some have discovered sentience in places they hadn’t expected it.
Granted, I am also sceptical that anyone has found the final answer to all those questions, and I see the anthologies of scripture as merely pointing in a direction for us to look for ourselves, but the metaphors, allegories and mythologies are not unwarranted. They are expressions of wakefulness, fascination, and attempts to copy forms and ideas that spring to the attentive mind.
That makes someone who says, “There is nothing to see!” rather bland in my eyes. Especially when I see the recurring themes of scripture also recurring in life. But then again, perhaps one needs eyes to see and ears to hear, and be able to sense the underlying spirit of life that is pulsating in everything.
But I turn to the believers here and am curious whether faith is merely “fact-based” in their minds, or whether the ineffable that thwarts our attempts at certainty, the nagging doubt that makes us ask questions, and the appreciation of artistic expression are acceptable as inspiration and, at the same time, humbling indications that certainty, above all, is denied us.