Chapter 43 – Let There Be Light

Let There Be Light

Bangkok, 13 December 2015, 07:34

My chosen topic for today is not a new one. In fact, it is as old as creation itself and has caused me countless hours of thinking, worrying, arguments and admonishments from those that understood? this simple phrase, while sharing their wisdom with me. The exact origins of those words not being the issue under discussion, I shall nevertheless quote them here. (One version of the truth anyway)

CarnegielibraryEdinburghScotlanddoor(pic) The phrase “Let there be light” used metaphorically over the door of Central Library, a Carnegie library in Edinburgh

“Let there be light” is an English translation of the Hebrew יְהִי אוֹר (yehi ‘or).

Other translations of the same phrase include the Latin phrase fiat lux, and the Greek phrase γενηθήτω φῶς (genēthētō phōs). SOURCE

This phrase comes from the third verse of the Book of Genesis. In the King James Bible, it reads, in context:

  1. In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
  2. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
  3. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
  4. And God saw the light, and it was good; and God divided the light from the darkness.

For those that have been reading my blog, there is no need for clarification. For others, it is essential to know that I had issues with attending school (understatement of the decade), throughout my childhood and afterwards. It should also be mentioned that today’s topic is actually the direct result of a recent visit to one very –VERY– special blog.

Shameless plug follows, because it is due…

Being fully aware of my own limits as regards writing, I am constantly reading other blogs and in doing so, also trying to learn something. I have seen thousands of blogs and so far, only two have really reached my inner sanctum of learning or understanding in any meaningful way. The one blog (EMMA) I mentioned in an earlier post. The other one I would like to draw your valued attention to can be found HERE. Mitch, your blog defies description! All I can say is that many people have simply not had a chance to experience the full impact of it’s existence. Kudos -(Brownie points earned?) – and all my best wishes on your blog!-

On Mitch’s blog I read (and learned) quite a few interesting things. One (Yes, I fully understand that the grammar police are knocking…ONE is used because he has managed to make it so) of those things is that he is a Christian and also a Thinker. The two adjectives not being friends (based on my own experiences), I decided to follow the words around on his blog – and in many little escapes to other sources – to try and get some insight into how Mitch has made them live together in his life. In my life they have always been enemies and I wanted to find a way to get a peace accord, or at the very least a cease-fire, into place.

My crew of imagined stage hands have had rest and they seem keen to finish the last touches of today’s scene. Sy (affectionately given that nick name, his full name is Psy Chology ) has been absent from work a lot but he is here today and seems eager to “get with the program”. Helped by His Tory mate, they scurry about and impress me with their agility and ability in making the scene look REAL.

Potgietersrus (Now called Mokopane), South Africa, any-given-Sunday, Early 1980’s

My many absences from school had finally caught the attention of authorities and after a visit to a School Psychologist (called a Social Worker) by yours truly and accompanied by my mother, I was summarily dispatched to “Loopspruit Kliniekskool” (A School for behaviorally challenged children). – Sorry, the only modern references I found today, about that special place are HERE and HERE (In Afrikaans). From the lack of sources, I can only assume that the other students didn’t find it’s existence all that important. To me, it is the only school that has ever meant something/anything!-

The expulsion of a standard eight student, from John Orr Tec (The link is to a Facebook page, I presume it is modern because we didn’t have a like button back then.. NOT that I would have used the button!) and my arrival at kliniekskool, with associated integration into its existence, was no big deal. But the people I met there WERE a big deal, defining a lot about who I proclaim to be, in the present version of myself.

One person, in particular, was the sole creator of a very important though in my mind. His nickname was “Kurt Balletjies” (Kurt Balls…yes, those appendages that fascinate young lives and minds). My thoughts were not about his balls. Instead, they centered around The story of creation!

Kurt was our Geography teacher and one of the only teachers that actually TAUGHT me something. The subject matter in Geography and theories and evidence about earth/universe was easy, too easy…. The lack of stimuli caused questions to form and he realized that the textbook information was not applicable to what I was asking. He suggested that I take a study partner called Jesus and gave me one edition of Jesus’ textbooks. This textbook was brand new but in reading it, I immediately saw it as a very adulterated edition, taken from works of about 60 authors (kings, fishermen, a tax collector?, tent maker, etc.), written over 1600 years time-span, and in many ancient languages (then translated in many many more). Fascinating stuff for a young ignoramus! The Bible contained veritable? treasures of a mind-boggling magnitude… Impossible to ignore!

The important fact, that this particular school was enclosed by fences and barbed-wire decorations, is not lost on me. It ensured my undivided attention to this fascinating book, its contents, history and  effects on what we call modern times. One of these effects, simply called RELIGION was the recipient of my unwanted attentions for many years. I say unwanted because my adherence to it seemed to have adverse reactions.

Like a tick on the groomed rump of a race-horse! This particular equestrian was a contender for dominance, in the world-wide race called Evangelics. My tick-self was removed summarily and my attempts at rejoining the source of my sustenance was met by varied repetitions of removal and soothing the horse’s rump.

My only escorted escape from the school consisted of these attempts at feeding and also introduced me to the trainers and some of managers of the worldwide racing team. Trying to form some idea of the “Apostolic Faith Mission“, I persisted in my attempts and even managed to feign integration. I had to get to the bottom of this mystery!

My initial question, gleaned from the very first phrases of the Bible, were dispatched and answered with a mixture of contempt (How dare I doubt the authenticity) and attempts at truthful answers. The standard reaction was (paraphrased and amalgamated), “It is not about understanding or interpretations, just BELIEVE it!” In reverence to their learning and wisdom, I tried….and tried…and tried. I even joined the choir and got baptized in the church! My problem was not about believing, it was so much more than that. I believed every single word I read, being after all, written by people that actually saw, proclaimed to see… and really lived in those fascinating times.

My problem was (and still is) an all-too-human, and in my case biased logic, that I needed to apply it in the current… In the Here and Now! The problem was further complicated by access to other books. Libraries full of equally engaging and verified facts. The Bible (my limited edition) was not offering enough guidance or it was not understood by me. Other Holy Books abound and I started a mission that has never ended and probably never will.

My own initial questions were joined by thousands more, nibbling and biting at various times since then….becoming a multitude of ticks, on my own insignificant rump! How can I hope to feed them? Not failing to try, thousands of times, I eventually removed them with the same flick of a mind-wrist and applied the soothing balm of ignorance…liberally!

Returning to the present, my chapter title and the very topic I am trying to touch on, so very ineffectually…

The absence of light is what?…darkness?…nothingness?…don’t ask stupid questions?

Is there anyone on this blink-of-an-existence-destruction-bound-planet that can help me with even a glimmer of an answer? Besides NOT being a rhetorical question, my use of the word “glimmer” is done intentionally, in hoping to find a pinhole of light, that would allow me to see an exit from this unenlightened thought… It is not a dark thought at all, it is just suffering from the application of any form of energy, light (Radiance) just being one of them!

I know that many of my readers are anxiously scanning through the chapters, to find the one about the shoot-out, promised in an earlier post.

Still your mouse and searching pointer! I shall do as promised and post about that later today. Until then, I depart with a wave and a bow, to return later with some insignificant drivel that occupied my life-time-space in the later years. The shoot-out chapter will be posted later today. The 2 hours of writing this post has caused a non-existent-but-ever-present headache, see you later!