Davinci Question

Regardless of factual pros/cons, why do you think people WANT to believe the Davinci Code?

Mike
"Love Wins."

Streams of Life

I'm back from blog hibernation at least today.  So I read this excerpt in the 2nd chapter of The Silver Chair:

The Lion said to her, “Are you not thirsty?” “I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill.  “Then drink,” said the lion.  “May I—could I—would you mind going away while I do,” said Jill.  The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl.  And, as Jill gazed at its smooth motionless bulk, she realized she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.  The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.  “Will you promise not to—do anything to me, if I do come?” said Jill.  “I make no promises,” said the lion.  Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.  “Do you eat girls?” she said.  “I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,” said the lion.  It didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry, it just said it.  “I dare not come and drink,” said Jill.  “Then you will die of thirst,” said the lion.  “Oh dear!” said Jill, coming another step nearer.  “I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.”  “There is no other stream,” said the lion.

I find myself searching for 'life' in these other streams at times, instead of recognizing 'the living stream' and excepting the others for what they are... not bad in and of themselves, but not a source of life.

Thoughts?  

The onlooker would be thinking, "I don't have the slightest idea what these people are talking about, but whatever it is, I want to be a part of it."

Keith Miller -  “A Scent of Love”

Thoughts?

Mike

"Love Wins."

Is anyone going to FutureGen March 20-22 in Phoenix?

http://www.futuregen.org/

Our Young Adult group is tracking with our church on a six-week series on community and connection.  As I'm reviewing some notes from the past, I came across this from a message I heard several years back and had to post it for my amusement if nothing else:

Psychologist Milton Rokeach once wrote a book called The Three Christs of Ypsilanti. He described his attempts to treat three patients at a psychiatric hospital in Ypsilanti, Michigan, who suffered from delusions of grandeur. Each believed he was unique among humankind; he had been called to save the world; he was the messiah. They were full-blown cases of grandiosity, in its pure form.

Rokeach found it difficult to break through, to help the patients accept the truth about their identity. So he decided to put the three into a little community, to see if rubbing against people who also claimed to be the messiah might dent their delusion. A kind of messianic, 12-step recovery group.

This led to some interesting conversations. One would claim, "I'm the messiah, the Son of God. I was sent here to save the earth."

"How do you know?" Rokeach would ask.

"God told me."

One of the other patients would counter, "I never told you any such thing."

I thought that was one of the most hilarious pieces I've read in a while (maybe it hits closed to home ;)   But it does set up the point in the immediate paragraphs: