By Scott Dewey
I take the story of “God and the world” to be a love story. I’m very aware that this way of reading God and the world entails a particular act of faith and trust - in the possibility of the divine, and of love.
There are other ways of reading. Some other readings might even make more sense to logic and observation - so I’m not inclined to spend much energy arguing the point. I’m a congenital skeptic and doubter myself. Nonetheless, love story telling - at least the gritty kind, more than the sappy - deeply stirs my mind and heart, to the point I’ve given myself wholly to such stories being most fundamentally true.
If God and the world is a love story, I take it to be moving ever toward intimacy, toward oneness.