This sad little riddle comes to those of us with faith as the cry of a confused child. "Why me? Boo hoo.... What a world, what a world!"..... poor dear. As Christians, reading something like this fills our hearts with pity and sadness. So many in this world (and through every age) come to a thought like this at some point in their life and cry out into the night in confusion. Those of us who have, by God's grace, come to know the love of God read this "riddle" and snicker..... but the challenge for us is to feel sorrow for our brothers and sisters who are so deviod of faith that these "questions" have meaning to them.
A "malevolent" God? The poor simpleton.... where did he get the notion that God was good rather than evil? What is evil? An evil, indifferent, or absent God is still a God.... not the point Deut 32.8 was going for, I'm sure. Epicurus does not seem to doubt the existance of God as a higher power, but, like primitive man who thought lightning was the wrath of some unseen "god", Epicurus lacks the grace of understanding.... the grace of faith..... and so, like a spoiled child, he lashes out at God and questions His goodness and power. In reality, these are not questionss that relate to God's omnipotence or goodness, but of His love for us as children. Epicurus, and those who read and relate to this riddle, want to be loved by God.... want a simple world, something easily explainable.... devoid of evil, sickness and death.... these poor souls want HEAVEN! ... but don't know how to obtain it with their own understanding and power. A person like this will use riddles, logic, reason, knowledge, sarcasm, anger... whatever they can and use every ounce of their desire to "force" God out of existance (to no avail, of course).... as if by doing so.... THEY become gods.... they become masters of their own rudderless ships.... comforted in their aimless journey by the notion "At least I am at the helm!"
Every man should eventually come to ask about the "ultimate inexpressible mystery which encompasses our existance: whence do we come, and where are we going?" (Nostra Aetate Pope Paul VI) Those of us who live in this age tackle this question with more refined concepts than a riddle, but the journey is still just as difficult, the questions just as valid.
Those of us with faith have come to accept the mystery... have come to accept that ther is no sure answer to questions such as these. "I sought whence evil comes and there was no solution," (Saint Augustine, Conf.). The humility of a Christian is that after knowing this, we make the decision (with divine assistance) to have faith in the absence of certainty.... to believe in an unseen and sometimes seemingly uncaring God. Some people (I won't mention any names) need 100% proof... but I'm not sure that a burning bush, a Barbara Walters interview, and a face to face meeting would sway them. So be it. My faith gives me the comfort to know that people such as these are in the hands of a merciful judge.
What it boils down to... in my not-so-humble opinon, is that we are all on our own "ship" (to borrow from my ealier analogy) and as we sail through life the atheist often laughs as we sit on deck and let an unseen God "steer" our ship... "Ignorant fools! There is no god! Get up and take the helm!", the atheist cries... then shakes his head in disgust as one of "God's ships" slams into the rocks and sends the passenger to their death.... "See, I told you!".............. but, the atheist then notices that he is aiming for the same rocks, and attempts in vain to "steer" his rudderless ship... to no avail.... "At least I was in charge!" he cries as the ship crashes and sends him to his death....
And so it goes..... none of us will get out of this life alive... and the journey tied together with those we love along the way is what defines our humanity.......
......... not the compilation of enough data to satisfy ourselves that there are no more mysteries yet left to solve.
To Epicurus, and those who think as he does, my sincere affection and the prayer that on your search for knowledge..... you find love.
Peace,
Scott