My eyes suddenly popped open in the way we all wake from time to time. Something had been occupying my subconscious that bubbled closer and closer to my mind’s surface until. . . here’s where you moisten your lips, form them to begin to say the letter ‘m’, and suddenly blow out. POP.
I’m guessing it was the residual effects of having watched WAR ROOM last Friday night with 299 other believers, all of whom got a jump-start. The usual ridicule from miniature antiChrists immediately began. Of course. Yet one must be addled to not recognize God’s hand and great heart at work through those having written, acted in and produced this movie. Single point: the movie specifically mentions marital strife caused by greed and how God can help rectify it. You and I both know The List is endless, for God is no respecter of either persons or our ‘approved’ list of sins. There are no categories. None is worse nor better than any other. To God it is all disobedience. The Bible says He frowns on that…
Anyway, my internal clock had whispered to my subconscious that I’d slightly overslept, and it galvanized me into action. . .
The following then ensued.
Left foot: “Galvanized”, he thinks. Woo, listen to the big man, galvanizing outta bed. Uh-hunh. Well, I got out of bed first yesterday, bub. Today’s your turn.”
Right foot: “Mmmph? Seriously? You’re a foot, already. How can you poke me? Anyways, how about all those mornings when I’ve let you slide, doing my Danly duty and getting out of bed first? What about that, hunh?”
Leftie: “Oh, here we go with the whining and the guilt trip. You could be the tour guide, you know that?”
Rightie: “Look, be reasonable. You know our guy sleeps on his right side. That means I’m always the first foot to move when he wakes up, first to swing out from under those delish warm covers, first to hit the cold, cold floor. So how about a little understanding here?”
Leftie: “Aw, is ut’s tootsies tode? Uh–carpet? And did you just say, “delish”? You been watching Rachel Ray reruns again? Seriously? Now, c’mon, you lout! Get outta—”
Mm-hmm. Aaaaaand so it goes. That’s what happened this morning.
This spirited discussion between my feet occurred, and in mere attoseconds, as only the human mind can accomplish. So therefo–
Hmm? Attoseconds? Ah. Well, Lasers can now generate light pulses down to 100 attoseconds thereby enabling real-time measurements on ultrashort time scales that are inaccessible by any other methods. Scientists at the Max Born Institute for Nonlinear Optics and Short Time Spectroscopy (MBI) in Berlin, Germany have now demonstrated timing control with a residual uncertainty of 12 attoseconds. This constitutes a new world record for the shortest controllable time scale. #eyesglazedover.
“What is an attosecond?”
Oh. You wanted a defiNITion. An attosecond is an unit of time equal to 10−18 of a second (one quintillionth of a second). For context, an attosecond is to a second what a second is to about 31.7 billion years. For comparison, a millisecond (ms or msec) is one one-thousandth of a second and is commonly used in measuring the time to read to or write from a hard disk or a CD-ROM player or to measure packet travel time on the Internet.
Silence, right? Yeah, me too. The Hallelujah Chorus comes to mind. . .
“The fool says in his heart, “There is no God. . .” Dumb just keeps getting dumber. Some of the most brilliant minds have gotten stuck somewhere between silly and hopeless, using this God-created intellect to declare He can’t possibly exist – or if existing, he must be less than he self-reveals in the Bible.
Bilious and bloated, they gas, “God is gone”…. God sticks his head out of heaven. He looks around. He’s looking for someone not stupid–one man, even, God-expectant, just one God-ready woman. He comes up empty. A string of zeros. Useless, unshepherded sheep, taking turns pretending to be the Shepherd. (Psalm 14:1-3, The Message)
Can you think of anything more silly than a finite man, aware of his own mental acuity and that it derives from Someone, looking out at that Infinite, perfect Someone and saying, “Naw, you didn’t build this”?
Seems to me it takes a lot more faith to believe he just somehow came up with a physics-brilliant mind than it does to believe an infinitely-creative God custom-built his personality and mind to grasp those intricate pieces of God’s creation – and His Timelessness.
It also seems to me to be magnificently foolish to intentionally play the fool, since I manage to be foolish enough without trying.
So. Next time you catch one of those interior subconscious arguments going on within your bod, use it as an opportunity to give The Creator praise for steadily revealing ever-smaller and -faster bits of creative stuff from and by which He put this Universe – and us – together.
How do you know when those arguments are occurring, given the flashing whis-s-s-s-s-s-shhhhhhh of attoseconds?
It feels like a headache.
© D. Dean Boone, August 2015