From being to Life; creation from the Progenitor of both being and living


“The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I am come that they may have life, and may have it more abundantly.” __ John 10:10

It is a fact that with all that science knows along with our knowledge of atoms, molecules, proteins, amino acids and all the stuff of life (the building blocks of what we like to call life), we have developed theories and models, that still only end up seeing life generated only from pre-existent life. Whether you believe in the science of evolution or the Creator that breathed life into the ‘stuff’ of all creation, man is unable to prove or to demonstrate in any way that they can create life. If the seeds of life on this planet hitched a ride from some distant galaxy in the universe on an asteroid to be deposited on this earth still does not explain how life is made without the progenitor or life being a form of life itself. It only places this Life Force somewhere else other than earth.

What is the seed of life or that which has life on its own; an uncreated life which shares life in its creations; handing this life on to develop and incubate all of its creation with its gift of life? It is nice to think of models and excuses to try to debunk the obvious but it does not actually accord to the scientific method itself. For everywhere we look from the single cell to sentient beings and even man himself that life is only produced from an existent life. So Who or What is this Progenitor of life; and why do people hate the word “God” that one might accord to this Intelligence that is uncreated and unformed by anything other than His very Own Is-ness or Being?

When science can reproduce an experiment that is repeatable and mixes the proper materials together and delivers a spark that infuses these Legos of creation into a moving, living and breathing entity I would at least say that there is a natural way for life to be generated from an unloving, unconscious material universe.

But then we still have the problem of the same kind when we contemplate the building blocks themselves and the laws which they adhere to; whether chemical laws, physics or mathematics. What proof has ever been witnessed of something created or being formed from complete emptiness and nothingness; the void. Where are the scientific explanations and experiments where from an empty container arises atoms or molecules or elements of this universe. They surely exist in this universe but there is no foundation for them before the Big Bang which we can explain mathematically back to milliseconds after that event. But the event itself and the instant before of that event are a mystery to science and they still wish to grapple with theories that can explain how something comes from nothing. So far their attempts fail and their ambition yields no results.

So from the created Legos of this universe to the instilling of life we have intelligent laws for the first bit, or the material formed from nothing and we have an equally unknown Self Existent Living Being that Breathed into His Creation His own Life. How interesting is it that so many thousands of years ago the scriptures describe man as made in the image and likeness of God. For what evolutionary purpose is it to wonder about our origin and our purpose in possessing life. To be a rock would be to possess existence but no experience of its existence and no desire or drive to perpetuate its existence or create other rocks so that rocks would never cease to be.

I am afraid that science will never stop trying to eliminate an eternal existence, fully Living, Intelligent, Good, Beautiful and wanting to share His Life with a creation that might find joy in their participation of His Life no matter how small. It is a conundrum for men that I fear will be with us until the end of the world. 

Evolution it seems, has made a huge mistake to make the most perfected living organism on this earth that still, regardless of his immense intelligence in science, looks to a Beginning and an End for these questions. It seems counter-intuitive that we men are spiritual by nature and that science has been unable to eradicate faith which seems to be written in the heart or soul of men. 

“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”

__ St. Thomas Aquinas

“ Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe.” 

__ St. Thomas Aquinas

Perhaps the Legos of Creation is a simple misspelling for the Logos of the Creator.

Should you listen to the smartest person in the room? I wonder.


Maybe, BUT . . .

During this Crisis within the Catholic Church many are lost and looking for a true shepherd to lead them from the choking smoke of satan which seems to be emanating  from the fires within the Church itself. There are many smart people with many explanations and a large portion have come to completely opposing views on all things Catholic. Who to believe? Do I look for the smartest person in the room? After all, satan is far smarter than any human that has walked this earth.

We certainly have the warning given us in Galatians 1:8: “But though we, or an angel from heaven, preach a gospel to you besides that which we have preached to you, let him be anathema.” And who is smarter than an angel; even a fallen angel?

I have thought long and hard during this long battle where true leaders and true shepherds seem to be few and/or relatively silent; or perhaps less than clear on what we sheep are to do: what we should believe, where we are to go, what we are to believe, to whom do we trust and a host of other questions. So perhaps it is not the smartest person in the room that we ought to be trying to use as our compass in ths flight toward spiritual safety. Perhaps we should simply place our hopes in those who possess what we might speak of as saints; those who possess that inexpressible quality of heroic virtue and never waiver. They possess fortitude, temperance, prudence and courage in all that they do and say. They live a deep spiritual life that is free from the strife that the average abandoned sheep must endure.

When I converted to Catholicism I vowed to accept ALL that the Catholic Church taught definitively in regards to faith and morals; what we call dogmas. In addition I accepted as part of that body of beliefs which I would never swerve away from, the undefined dogmas as instituted in long-held traditional beliefs and practices that She adopted. This also means that there should never be a practice that confuses us as to our dogmatic beliefs and/or contradicts the teachings of our faith. That said, if I am walking through a pasture, I don’t want a smart fellow pointing out the cow patties that are to be avoided in our walk. More than that, if I am tip-toeing through a mine field, I am not looking for a general in DC to guide me. I am looking for somebody with experience (a seasoned veteran) to keep me from stepping on a claymore that is lying just below the surface. In the same way, I must fall back to ALL the teachings of the faith and use the real experts;  those who are our most celebrated saints. For if I cannot locate a living saint who can guide me then where else can I go but back to those who proved themselves in heroic spiritual virtue in the past?

So while everyone is tearing each other to shreds and trying to make sense of the insensible then doesn’t it make it all more incumbent on the soul to seek solace in those who not only fought the good fight but already won? Our best leaders today seem rather tepid, if not silent, during this siege by satan and so what does it really matter when it comes to evaluating who the smartest ‘expert’ is and what they think? For my money I don’t much care for ‘experts’ unless they also possess heroic virtue as stated above. When I find one, willing to fight and to lead then I will follow. Until then, I think that I will have to make my decision in regards to the writings of the Church, Her catechisms, the early Church Fathers and a host of Saints that have proven themselves to be trusted advisors through this vale of tears which is now also filled with this dense smoke which serves only to confuse and confound those even though they have the best of intentions. I don’t doubt that most of us are looking to win the race and behold the beatific vision. We want to avoid the pains of hell and we want to increase our love and devotion to our Lord and God. But the usual ways of simply following one’s pastor, bishop, or pope seems to be corrupted and leads one to finding a pastor who is opposed to another pastor and bishops against bishops and a papacy that seems to embrace all that is not Catholic. 

I know of no other way to operate on a personal basis than to go backwards to a point in the life of the Church when our shepherds were courageous leaders and fought the good fight. We recognize their voice; as if it were the voice of our True Good Shepherd. Today such courage seems lacking and only petty political infighting seems to be the order (chaos) of the day. I don’t recognize the Good Shepherd’s voice but in a few decent men and even then it is often sporadic or halting; for they have not the courage of their predecessors except on odd occasion. I’ll keep looking for good men and will encourage them as best as I can. But I am not looking for smarts; I’m looking for virtues.

It seems to me that virtue is True intelligence.

What does it matter anymore? Who cares anyway?


The older I get, and the more I see of the devastation that continues to ravage society and the Church, the more I feel the futility of it all. Nothing matters. And even if it did matter, nobody seems to care. So, the few who think they are fighting the good fight to regain that which we have lost, are rapidly losing heart or perhaps their hope that all will be well. But it is obvious that darkness shrouds the mind and that any true love has long been eclipsed by the useless things of life. Things such as politics, personal desires, individual agendas, purposeless ideologies and their inevitable advocacy or imagined victimhood status;  this according to whatever the flavor of this day’s purpose for our lives might be or if they might be capable of sweeping us together into new false hopes and ideals. Yes, ideals which the headlines of our tabloids and news stations have prepared for us at the behest of our politicians, cultural heroes or our elitist religious leaders (who are both of these), though they wear the masks of their pseudo-compassion quite readily . . . usually just for show. 

And what is our expression of these new agendas and purposes to our lives? Why is it the opposite of what we once knew; for it is now nothing more than hatred and defaming, lying and killing and scurrilously assaulting the past while painting a new vision for mankind which will be better than anything man has ever thought possible in the past.

Our devils are far worse today (namely old traditions) and of course, these new gods (our elite betters in thinking) are our saviors, prodigies and savants who will lead us to their new splendid vision for a utopia where every individual is valued, every desire is permissible and every inconvenience is overcome. It is a return to some extent to the tribalism of a new Eden where we all live off the land and our laws are local and nobody criticizes another tribe’s beliefs or has any desire to change them.

The world is ours; collectively. We have no borders or sovereignty and the benevolent leaders of the world will assure us that we all get an equal share of the riches of the world. You see, they have, in their hubris, out-envisioned and out-created the world that our Creator prepared for us. In their world, nobody is better or worse than anyone else and should anyone assault this new vision for mankind they will find that the only true hell is merely a reeducation camp. We will accept the outcome and the changes whether we agree with this vision of theirs or not.

What I am describing is simply what things looks like when a culture dies or is, more to the point, killed. Where what used to matter no longer matters and what used to not matter a whit has become that which matters a lot. In fact, it is now the totality of what matters; conforming to non-conformity as a new, happy culture; the culture where everyone is doing one’s own thing. Our ethics are not anything like those that have been retired or expired; they are situational entirely. It is the new freedom that comes from our beloved leaders who preach the gospel of situational ethics. 

It is like a village after an earthquake or a flood; many leave the carnage and destruction to find an equivalent life elsewhere while some few foolish traditional minded people who cling to their old memories and attempt to rebuild their homes and their culture. But most who stay turn out to be brigands and gangs of those who are engaged in pillaging.  And these it seem have the upper hand as they live in a lawless land as individualists or gather in small tribes, bands or mobs who continue to prey upon those whom they can victimize . . . all while portraying themselves as victims and demanding redress from the elite authorities far from their wrecked village. So as money and food are delivered by our compassionate world leaders, these provisions are set upon by these same mobs and they grow stronger whilst the upright citizens are driven into slavery and subjugation. It becomes an upside down world, without a heart, without a brain and without courage: to borrow from the Wizard of Oz. What was once orderly and sane is now scoffed at openly and what was disorderly and insane is now defended, protected and taught as the new ethical paradigm. What we already see however is that this new society, eats its own.

So, what does it matter anymore? Does anyone care? Is the toil worth the harvest? And do the things which matter most on a man’s deathbed of any concern or consequence? What was or still is the meaning of life today? What do we expect to gain? And how are we going to gain it? By violence, by stealth, by ignorance, by indifference? How do we keep heart when the enemy seems so numerous that we even question whether we are being corrupted as well? Will it matter if I quit the fight? If I go along to get along? It is hard to get straight answers on a crooked, foggy road bereft of street lights.

This life’s a hollow bubble, Don’t you know?
Just a painted piece of trouble, Don’t you know?
We come to earth to cry,
We grow older and we sigh,
Older still, and then we die!

Don’t you know?

Edmund Vance Cooke—Fin de Siècle.

. . . or, Life is hard and then your die.