Once

I hope you find my salvation. If not you, then someone. Someone who really needs it. I want it to comfort you. Satisfy you. Bring you the joy it brought me.

Once.

This is not a crisis of faith anymore than labor is a crisis of pregnancy. This is the logical next step in a long process. This is an end. This is the beginning. It isn't and it is.

This is not a lack of faith. I have no doubt of God. Nature could never make a world so cruel and beautiful and terrible and wild and wonderful.

Science and chance define refraction of light from a ball of burning gasses illuminating the vapours in our atmosphere. God is the beauty and majesty of a sunset, alive with fire, igniting the distant horizon and warming our deepest places.
Chance shows us a billion galaxies and nebulae and planets to be catalogued and conquered. God is a celebration, with guests laughing and dancing and drinking and smoking and sitting and glowing and loving and crying and singing at every minute with us.
Science talks about a biological processes for the propagation of a species. God is sex.

Science and chance and nature define and show and talk about. God is. Trouble is...