Various helps: Being Christian and a scientist
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Finances are suddenly a cause for major stress in our household, as they are in so many families these days. We’re in a period of relative calm right now, with the next storm already on the horizon.The point of this is not to get sympathy, because it seems like almost everyone is going through something like this these days. The point is to use this interim time to write down the things that helped me. Because I may need them again, and maybe they’ll prove helpful to anyone else going through tough times.
The first one may sound incongruous, but I was constantly aware of the need to keep doubts in perspective, by way of what Mpn. Anthony Bloom called ‘being a scientist.’
I hate that the struggle to make ends meet affected my basic faith, but it did. “Doesn’t God know what’s happening to us? Doesn’t He care?” Rationally, I knew that something was wrong with asking the questions, but emotionally, they come out of you like the cries of the psalmist. (“How long, O Lord, how long …?”) So what was I getting wrong?
To the rescue came recollections of an essay by Mpn. Anthony Bloom entitled “Doubt and the Christian Life”(**). The whole essay has points to make about the nature of doubt and faith, but drawing on his life experience as a scientist, Mpn. Anthony said one thing that really struck me [highlights mine]:

There are two absolutely different attitudes to doubt in the mind — there is that of the scientist and that of the believer. For the scientist, doubt is a systemic weapon; it is a joy. For the believer when he takes the wrong attitude to doubt and to the problems he is facing, it is a moment of anguish.
What happens usually to the believer is that having believed in all simplicity that everything is clear, simple, straightforward, he suddenly discovers that life gives the lie to what he thought to be true. Then his answer is ‘I am disloyal to what I thought. I am disloyal not only about subtleties but about basic things — about God Himself, about the Church, about what is at the core of the believer’s life. Then he feels that what is at stake is the breaking down, the destruction, the disappearance of the object of faith, and God’s existence is now questionable. The values which were essential, which were existential values for him, are questionable, and therefore his very existence becomes a problem and seems to be insuperably problematic.
But when the scientist engages in research, he gathers together all the facts he is capable of collecting. … if as a scientist, he is a man who is out to discover what things are in reality, his first action will be to go round and round his model in all directions, examining and trying to find where the flaw is, what the problems are which are generated by the model he has built, by the theory he has propose, by the hypothesis he has now offered for the consideration of others. …
At the root of the scientist’s activity, there is the certainty that what he is doubting is the model he has invented — that is, the way in which he has projected his intellectual structures on the world around him and on the facts; the way in which his intelligence has grouped things. But what he is also absolutely certain of is that the reality which is beyond his model is in no danger if his model collapses. The reality is stable, it is there; the model is an inadequate expression of it, but the reality doesn’t alter because the model shakes.
‘Model’ can be replaced by another word when it is not used in a scientific way — it can be replaced by the word ‘truth.’
In other words, we Christians know that besides being the Way and the Life, Jesus Christ is the Truth. BUT … this side of glory, we can only take in Truth in little amounts, and that gives us our “model” of truth that gets us through from day to day. One may believe that the greatest proof of God’s goodness is to be found in the smile of his children; another may find it in the chemotherapy that brings healing but at a price. Both are models — both can be right and both can be wrong. If the children don’t smile today, has God turned away? If the chemotherapy doesn’t work, is God unmerciful?
This is where the good words and bright moods meet the dirt and grit of some hard reality. If I am feeling let down and disappointed by unanswered prayer and wonder why God hasn’t heard me, then can I be a Christian scientist as Mpn. Anthony suggests and realize that the problem may be not with God but with my model of God? It’s not possible to box God in with my little concepts and words — if He breaks loose of them at the times of greatest crisis, whose fault is that? And more to the point, is that necessarily a bad thing? The misery and unanswered prayers of hard times don’t prove that God won’t or can’t take care of me; they only prove that my model of Him is flawed. I tried to keep Him in too small a box — He broke out. Thanks be to God.
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5 Responses and Counting...
I always find Metropolitan Anthony so encouraging, and you have introduced me to yet another essay and more helpful words from him. Thank you for sharing how these truths work in your own life.
Glad to find another fan. I *really* like Mpn. Anthony’s writings, and I don’t hear people talk about him much. “Beginning to Pray” is a book that is so good I don’t just think I should read it over and over, I think *everyone* should. I sound like Gushing Fangirl, so I’ll stop now.
Prayers to you, and hugs. It is so hard to (in bumper sticker parlance) “Let Go and Let God” I agree with you, Metropolitan Anthony is very good at reminding us of that.
I’ve only read a couple of his books (“Beginning to Pray” one of them, recommended to me by my Sprititual Father).
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I like that. That’s just it. It’s surprising how much of the adjustment comes from having to take a hard look at what we value and what we think gives us OUR value. Still wish I’d wake up and find that I dreamt it, but oh well.
I too like Anthony Bloom. And I too am behind on everything and negotiating to keep water and lights on and possession of our cars etc. But, in the end I’m not losing any weight and heck, I’m posting on the internet from my basement. In the end it might be the end of my “lifestyle” but not the end of the world. Hang in there.