Yes, I believe tissues are real. I just used one to blow my nose. I know it is real because I can see it and touch it, white and fluffy, and I know it reacts to my snot as it crinkles and soaks up the goo when I blow. I know that email is "real" because I just sent one and received a phone call in response. I can't touch the email or really see how it works, but I know it is real because it brings results. What about a soul? How do I know that is real? Is it because I am human, and I have feelings, unlike animals? What makes people cry, is it our emotions that trigger a physical response and tears come? I don't think there are any other living creatures that cry. I guess our feelings and emotions make us different, but does that prove we have a soul? Is it because we are ethical beings, with a sense of right and wrong? Do souls grow and change, or does each individual person have their own unique soul that stays the same always?
Perhaps I am being too personal writing all this on my blog for the world to see. I am no philosophy expert, and I'm sure all these questions have been asked before, and have been given answers, but I feel like putting some of my thoughts out there, even if I haven't clearly thought them through. I am part of a group going through the Truth Project, a study about truth, God, man, and the social order. Our question to ponder for this week was "what do you believe is real?" Those were some of my ponderings sparked by that question.
I am leaving for 3 weeks on a trip to Bangladesh and Vietnam with MCC. I am excited, but right now I feel jittery and nervous. The time right before traveling is always the worst, worrying if I have everything I need, if I did everything I needed to do before I left, hoping to get to the airport on time, etc. etc. Once I'm actually sitting on the airplane, I'm usually fine. Anyway, prayers are always appreciated. It should be amazing, braving the 100 degree heat with my camera and salwar kameez (long baggy pants with a tunic over top). I'm sure I'll be updating my little blog friend when I return, or, if I'm lucky on the journey.
Until then....up up and away......
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Sometimes I wonder if something is real simply because it's worse if it's not. Does that make sense? One of the reasons I feel like I know God exists and can feel his presences in my life is frankly the idea of going through life with no guidence, and not higher plan is just to depressing for me to want. I don't know, I know that doesn't prove God exists (Nate would have a feild day with that arugement) but it does booster my faith and belief. Just thinking out loud:)
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