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Two doors up from me, Donnie was taking the alarm clock apart to see how it worked. I'm asking, why do we have clocks? Why is there such a thing as time? And from the earliest part of my life, I was, as I say, preoccupied with this question, why? And I still am.
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Like R.C. sproul, so often did do you stop and ask the question, why? Why is there something rather than nothing? Why do we exist? It seems for many outside of the church, they've stopped thinking. And sadly, Christians can sometimes be guilty of the same thing, too. It's good to have you with us for this Tuesday edition of Renewing youg Mind. I'm Nathan W. Bingham. As redeemed people made in the image of God, we are to engage our minds. Jesus tells us to love God with all of our mind. And that's one of the reasons why we're featuring this from Dr. Sproul, a blueprint for thinking to help us better understand the elements of a worldview. Well, here's R.C. sproul on what's beyond the physical.
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As we continue our study of the elements and structures of a worldview, I'd like to start by asking you a question. Those of you who are here in this room, how many of you have photo albums at home that include pictures of yourself from your childhood? Let me see. Those things are kind of interesting. We almost all keep those keepsakes, don't we? One of my favorite pictures that I have at home is a picture of myself and my best friend at age 3. In fact, this boy was my first playmate. And the picture was taken where the two of us were standing on a log at the public park called south park in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Fellow's father took us out there one Sunday afternoon and snapped our pictures. And I still have the photograph. And both of us are standing there in the log holding hands, and we're wearing short pants and jacket, you know, white shirt, Little Lord Fauntleroy, and the whole bit. And this fellow's name that appears in this keepsake is Donnie Warlow. Donnie lived two doors up from me when I was growing up in the suburbs of Pittsburgh and Western Pennsylvania. And we were inseparable buddies when we were 3 and 4 and 5 and 6. We began to drift apart a little bit after that because we had such diverse interests. I remember that every Christmas morning, as soon as I opened up my presents and accumulated the toys that were there when that rite and ceremony was over, first thing I did after I left house was go straight up to Donnie's house to see what Donnie got for Christmas. And likewise, you know, then he'd come back on down to my house and I'd show him what I got. When I was six years old, I'll never forget. I opened up the Christmas presents and there was a complete football uniform, a child's version of the Pittsburgh Steelers. I shoulder pads, helmets, you know, the whole thing. I couldn't wait for Donnie to see it. I went up to Donnie's house dressed in my football uniform, and Donnie was as excited as I was for the present that he got. He got a microscope. And that's sort of the way it went. Every year I'd get a basketball or hockey stick. Donnie would get a medical encyclopedia. And as we grow a little older, Donnie distinguished himself in grade school and in junior high school and high school as being extremely brilliant young fellow. He didn't care that much about football and basketball and the things that real people care about. And he earned for himself a nickname borrowed from the annals of Donald Duck. We called him Gyro Gearloose. Do you remember the character Gyro Gearloose from Donald Duck stories? He was the crazy inventor. Because Donnie was one of those kids that couldn't leave anything that man had put together intact. If it was a clock, he had to take it apart. And he had this insatiable curiosity to discover how things worked. And I used to think that was strange. But Donnie was preoccupied with questions, just like the thinker over here. Remember, let's not forget our guest here. I don't want to ignore you, you know, what are you thinking about this time? He's obviously pondering questions. But there are different kinds of questions, aren't there? The question that preoccupied my friend Donnie werlow, who's now Dr. Donald Werlow, of course, a scientist. His whole life he was engaged with asking this question, how? How does it work? How is the human body put together? How are cells constructed? And his curiosity was never, ever filled. And so even as an adult, he's still spending his life asking the question, how. I remember as a child, I could have cared less how when it came to how machines work. When I got my driver's license and I drove my parents car and the car broke down, I would unlatch the hood of the car, open the hood and look in there. And all I could say was, well, there's still a motor here. And I closed it. The only reason I really opened the hood and looked in there in the first place was that that was expected of a male whose car Broke down that he was supposed to at least open the hood and look. I don't know what he was looking for because I didn't know the difference. A cam and a rotator cuff. Okay, I still don't, because I just never was interested in the how questions. But I asked questions, too. The question that haunted me from the earliest days of my life. In fact, I can remember walking down another pathway on the way to school. We walked about a mile to school, like Abraham Lincoln used to do through the snow. And the last quarter of a mile was in front of this large building. And their parking lot was protected by telephone poles that were rolled up at the end of the parking space. And we used to balance along these poles that were lying on the ground there. And as I used to do that, I used to think a lot. And I would be balancing my way across there, thinking about, why do I have to spend five days of the week doing what I hate to do so that I could have two days doing what I like to do? Because I hated school, and I couldn't understand why I had to go there all the time? And that was my question. My question. During the war, when my father was away fighting in Europe and the pictures of Mussolini and of Stalin and of Hitler were appearing on the covers of Life magazine and look magazine and Time magazine, I was asking the question, my mother all the time, why does he have to be gone? The dog dies. Why do dogs die? Why death? Two doors up from me, Donnie was taking the alarm clock apart to see how it worked. I'm asking, why do we have clocks? Why is there such a thing as time? And from the earliest part of my life, I was, as I say, preoccupied with this question, why? And I still am. The question, why? Took me in my own pursuit of understanding my life and my world beyond the meager examination of objects as they appear to the naked eye. That question inevitably drives you beyond physics to what we call metaphysics. We know the academic discipline that we're all forced to take an introductory aspect of in high school called physics. Metaphysics searches for that which lies above and beyond the scope of the physical. Metaphysics is not something that is indulged in simply by quacks or mystics, but it was the science of the ancient world. People like Plato and Socrates and Aristotle, whose thinking shaped the structures of Western civilization, were very much interested in the question of metaphysics. In fact, the original quest of philosophy was a metaphysical pursuit. The ancient philosophers, though they disagreed on various points of philosophy, all were engaged in the quest for what we call ultimate reality. Do you think this rug is blue? Sure. Why? It appears to be. Do you believe that something is as it appears to be? My eye appears to be blue to your eye appears to be blue. Why? Why? Your eye told you that. Why?
