One of the great challenges for all of us is to try to figure out the age-old question of “Where did we come from?” Each human being, at one time or another, struggles with trying to figure out the cause of his or her existence on planet earth.
All that we know is that one day, as young children, we gradually became aware of the fact of that we exist. Then, in our minds, we began asking ourselves, “So how did we get here? Is there a Cause or did we Just Happen?”
I, for one, am a firm believer that we did not just happen, by chance. I believe there is a cause and that cause is God. It’s pretty hard to convince me otherwise.
But maybe you think you just happened. For you, I give this parable I came across a while ago. Think it through.
“There was once a colony of mice who lived all their lives in a large, magnificent grand piano. To them in their piano-world came the marvelous sounds of the beautiful instrument, filling all the dark spaces with rich music and sweet harmony. At first the mice were overwhelmed with awe. They drew comfort and strength from the thought that there was Someone — though invisible to them — who made the music, someone close by, yet above and beyond them, Someone who transcended their little piano-lives. They loved to think of the Great Unseen Player to whom they attributed the lovely melodies. They honored Him and praised His greatness and magnificent creativity.
“Then one day a daring mouse climbed up to another part of the piano. Soon she returned, very thoughtful and a little disturbed. She had discovered how music was really made: ‘Wires are the secret: tightly stretched wires of graduated lengths and thicknesses which throb and tremble and pulsate. We must revise all our old, outdated beliefs: none but the most ignorant simpleton can any longer believe in the Great Unseen Player,’ she said.
“Later, another adventuresome explorer-mouse carried the explanation even farther. ‘Hammers are the true secret — dozens of felt-covered hammers dancing and leaping on the wires,’ he said. This was a more complicated theory, but it all went to show that they lived in a purely mechanistic, mathematical world — let’s hear no more about this mythical Great Unseen Player. Any thinking mouse could see that there was nothing to the Player myth. He did not exist.
Untroubled by their unbelief, the Great Unseen Player kept on playing.”
