Skeptical Faith

Google Image One of my favorite all-time Saturday Night Live  characters was Debbie Downer, a fictional person created and portrayed by the show’s regular, Rachel Dratch. Debbie could always be counted on to pour cold water on ideas, trends, and life in general. The term, Debbie Downer,  according to Wikipedia, “eventually became an established slang  phrase referring to a pessimistic  person who frequently adds bad news and negative feelings to a gathering, thus bringing down the mood of everyone around them.” In life, and in this blog, I try not to be a Debbie Downer, but it strikes me that trying to address the issues important to people who have given up on God and religion is harder today than at any time in my lifetime, and part of the reason is the cultural climate. Fewer People Read? For one thing, fewer people read – the newspaper, books, instructions, the Bible, and blogs like mine (except that a substantial increase in reading occurred during the pandemic). That’s true

Google Image When I read gospel passages like the following from the Gospel of John - the whole of which was read in Catholic and other churches a few weeks ago - I empathize with people who see the Bible as gibberish. It’s no wonder Jesus’ listeners “grumbled about him.” “So, the Jews grumbled about him, because he said, ‘I am the bread that came down from heaven.’ They said, ‘Is not this Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know? How does he now say, ‘I have come down from heaven’?” “Jesus answered them, ‘Do not grumble among yourselves. No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him. And I will raise him up on the last day. …This is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that one may eat of it and not die.    I am the living bread that came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever. And the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh.’” Say What? He’s bread? He came down from heaven? If the Father dr

Google Image My wife, Amparo, and I were blessed over the Labor Day weekend by a visit from our son, Sean, his wife and two sons, aged 8 and 10. They live in a Chicago suburb and make the plane trip to Colorado, where my wife and I live, a couple of times a year. I had been thinking about something fun to do with them and discovered among the YouTube videos on Colorado hiking trails one that ascends to the top of a jagged mountain we can see a few blocks from our house. It’s aptly called “Devils Head.” Happily, Sean and his sons, and my daughter, Maureen, were all up for such a hike and it was a blast – although a bit of a challenge at my age. It’s only 2.8 miles up and back but it ascends 866 feet, making the elevation above sea level just under 10,000 feet. I lived for 31/2 years at over 12,500 feet, but I was in my early 30s then, and on this hike, I had to take several rest stops. Spectacular! The views, especially from the summit - which has a small, window-enclosed U.S. For