May 26, 2006 | Graham

Got God’s number, negative.

I’m getting out of the habit of blogging it seems. Or maybe I’m just too busy. We buried my Dad yesterday. He was 93, going on 94, and the major financial supporter of this site.
That, and a conversation with a friend, set me thinking about God. God is a slippery concept, even for those who preach at church. I noticed the service tiptoeing around some of the potholes, and I’m sure the Minister, Noel Preston, has a very nuanced view of God’s existence.
I hope to get it worked out before I die, but I have a working hypothesis, which will probably change before dinner-time. Maybe God’s like the square-root of a negative number: he might be imaginary, but without him there are a whole lot of useful and real answers that it is impossible to find.

Posted by Graham at 2:35 pm | Comments (5) |
Filed under: Religion


  1. Graham,
    Condolences to you and your family over the death of your father. God, 93 can you imagine the changes that he has seen over the years.

    Comment by ann — May 27, 2006 @ 9:19 am

  2. Graham,
    At the funeral you said:
    “Dad believed that all that is necessary in life is that you should do the right thing. I’m not sure what his personal religious creed was, but the only scripture passage I can recall him quoting to me was from St Paul – ‘Test everything, and hold fast to that which is true.”
    Thanks Lionel, Thanks Graham.

    Comment by Jennifer — May 28, 2006 @ 9:11 pm

  3. Hi Graham
    Sorry to hear about your dad. We buried my mum the week before, and she was 96! How times have changed. Human nature, unfortunately, takes a lot longer. When she was born, Qld was in the grip of the people with the money. Now…..
    Lesley de Voil

    Comment by Lesley de Voil — May 30, 2006 @ 9:29 am

  4. Thanks Lesley. Hope your mum had a similarly easy end. One thing I know you’d appreciate is that Steven Nisbet played the organ at Dad’s funeral – so we had a good sing, although my voice wasn’t doing as it was supposed to.
    That was just one of a number of things that were just right. Steven was my organ teacher, and would have known Dad and mum for maybe 40 years. West End Uniting was where Mum and Dad met, when Mum was the deaconess, and Noel Preston’s father, who was the minister then, married them.
    So we couldn’t have got a “last act” that was much more unified with the whole of Dad’s life.

    Comment by Graham Young — May 30, 2006 @ 9:54 am

  5. West End U, one of the nicer spaces for a Whitehouse instrument!
    “Test everything,” reminds me of my electrician father but it’s a good maxim, all the same!

    Comment by Lesley de Voil — May 30, 2006 @ 10:49 am

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