Gnosticism and Contacts, or, How I Made Rich Mullins Roll Over in His Grave

[Didn’t you always love how Rocky & Bullwinkle cartoons had a title and then the weird alternate title. I sure did. This blog is dedicated to Rocky & Bullwinkle. Thanks for the idea, guys.]

So, a month ago (yes, it takes me that long to blog about life) I bit the bullet and got contacts. I have wanted to try contacts for a good while now… but I never had insurance and it’s just cheaper and more practical to wear traditional spectacles. Anyway, one morning, as I was attempting to put in the darn things, I started praying. No, unfortunately not in the fashion of Brother Lawrence. I was somewhat vainly praying (not in vain, “vain as a peacock” vain) that God would give me swift fingers and non-fluttery eye lashes so that I could prove myself punctual (and stylish) at work. And then I started thinking about how cool it is that I can pray to God about something as silly as getting my contacts in. Seriously. And then, not quite in the fashion of C.S. Lewis, I started wondering about what it would be like if there was an alternate universe where God was Gnostic. And well, before I knew it, I found myself singing a mock praise song to the God of that universe. It went like this, “Our God is a gnostic God / He reigns from heaven and… heaven / with wisdom, power and love / our God is a Gnostic God.” So you might hate me right now, but it was both humerous and deep to me. We serve a God who CREATED all the physical stuff of this world. He BECAME physical stuff through the incarnation. And He has and is REDEEMING physical stuff. Not a Gnostic God at all. Which causes me to respond with true songs of praise. And with physical stuff, like dancing. And brings a tear to my eyes. Oh wait, that’s the contacts.