Below is the first piece of prose I have written...attempting to spark the thought that there just might be a God behind the scenes of our present reality. The people with whom we are connecting do not hold to a high view of Scripture; therefore, I am always looking for a solid philosophical starting point to begin discussions.
Did Romeo and Juliet know that they were characters in a story conceived in the mind and imagination of someone other than themselves?
And did Sam and Frodo understand that the Shire, and Mordor, and all of Middle Earth were the creation of an author that stood outside the timeline of their actual saga?
Has there ever been a story written in which those within the narrative possessed a consciousness of the one weaving the tale, or had an awareness of the author's intent?
And what about us? It was Shakespeare who said, "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
Could it be that our reality is nothing nothing more and nothing less than a mysteriously hidden playwright's drama unfolding one scene at a time?
And how would we know.....unless - the author invaded his own story,
writing himself into his own production,
revealing himself in the time and space of the plot.
But how strange would that be,
and what would it look like,
and who would believe it?
The Holy Scriptures; the Gospel of John; chapter one - The eternal God became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld his glory, the glory of the only begotten of the Father, filled with grace and truth. He was in the world, and though the world was made by him, it did not recognize him. He came to his own, and they did not receive him. But to those who did receive him, who believed on his name, to them gave he power to be called the children of God.