I went to the dentist today. Nothing too serious, just a restoration that could become really serious if not treated quickly. Since I’ve made fun of her since January, it’s actually been a good thing to figure it out. The dentists and the visits we make to them remind me of God and his existence. Let me explain.
What is this dental argument like in favor of God’s existence?Well, the joke is that when you’re helpless, with your mouth open and exercise coming, there’s no atheist. There’s the dental argument. Of course, I hope to go further, however, I have to be honest about something. If you are looking here for a syllogism, a formal argument or something that creates a logical string with well-established premises and an irrefutable conclusion, I’m sorry, you won’t have it, better to get fluoride while you wait. However, I don’t think I really need to prove to you the existence of God, it’s one of those things that we all assume, even if we don’t admit it, talk and see what comes out. Since you’ve sat in the chair and your mouth is already open, how about you see how far we are?Treatment is free.
- I had my time scheduled for 11 a.
- M.
- Today.
- Naming a dentist without much pain is a strange thing.
- When we feel uncomfortable.
- Either because of the pain or for this accumulated tartar scab.
- We need help.
- But when things go well.
- Doubts.
- To my delight.
- The clinic makes all appointments through Whatsapp How beautiful!This helps bring the sheep’s feeling to the slaughterhouse.
- There’s nothing like encouraging emojis to keep you from roaring and setting the date of the massacre.
- Isn’t that how we do it with people and even with God?When there is something that really bothers us.
- We seek help; when we are not too disturbed.
- We let the chambers of the heart spread and the damage will eventually worsen.
I got there early, how I love it, and quickly took on the challenge of making the little accessory fit. Propé, if you do not link the name to the product, it is this cloth with elastic that we put on the shoe for environmental cleaning reasons. And it was not easy to adapt it. Okay, I know not many wear 45 shoes. However, I think this trade could be a bit wider to accommodate my shoes with less bitterness. Or maybe they have a variety of sizes. It got to the point where the girl at the front desk came over laughing and offered to fix it for me. I showed her how it was and she responded? Is it so stretched that I thought you were wrong? This is how we go, right? A world that does not conform to who we are, because the world is twisted and we are inadequate. A mutual insufficiency. This is how the Bible describes reality. It is not what it should be. It is so because it is a broken world. There is no other way, we are all people who do not adapt to our environment, who, adjusted as we think we are, at one time or another we will feel the insufficiency of the world towards us. , or from us to the world. We know that something is wrong with the world. Sometimes we think it is this or that, but we just take the symptoms as the cause. One of my favorite novels is Gilead, by Marilynne Robinson. It is the story of an old shepherd, at the end of his life, writing his memoirs for his son. It is incredibly beautiful, painful, and useful. At one point, the protagonist, Reverend John Ames, says:
There are two occasions when the sacred beauty of creation becomes in a dazzlingly apparent way, and they occur at the same time: one is when we feel our mortal inadequacy towards the world and the other is when we feel the mortal inadequacy of the world. Augustine said that the Lord loves us as if we were just children?”He will wipe away the tears of all cheeks. This does not diminish the goodness of this verse by saying that this is exactly what will be needed.
In short, life is like a foot that doesn’t fit on the property, or a property that doesn’t fit on the foot, or rather, both at once. That’s why we live with the awkward feeling that things aren’t in place, there are rare moments of fullness, where everything fits together, but even in those moments we’re glad to know that this is somewhat fleeting, that it will soon happen. We’re going for a walk and he’s going out or worried and we’re doing the best we can, but he’s not good, oh, he’s not and he’s causing tears, hidden crying or not.
Speaking of tears, there was a time when tears formed in those eyes that God formed in the womb of Mrs. Regina Garofalo. There was a really good soundtrack in the office. Several songs I like and recognize. One of them brought back memories that made me cry. Don’t ask, it’s private, isn’t that awesome?How ordered sounds can vividly revive memories and emotions. God made us that way. We believe we invented music, but it was God who invented it and prepared our hearts to nest and lay their beautiful eggs. Humanity just needed to know how it works. Music moves us. It even makes you forget the exercise. At the same time, music takes us to places we prefer not to go back. I don’t know about you, but I have in mind a secret playlist of forbidden songs. Musical beauty can cause high-flying souls, as well as bitter, dark memories that contrast uncomfortably with what you’ve heard.
In addition to this song that made us cry, there were several that helped pass the time. Police, Adele, Clapton, Katy Perry and John Legend helped me keep my mouth open and my mind distracted. When does Sting sing? Oh, you see you belong to me or is the dentist afraid the patient will run?When Adele distills as much as she can? Sometimes it endures in love / But does it sometimes hurt?When john Legend shoots?My head is underwater / But I breathe well / You’re crazy and I’m crazy Are you talking about an excess of anesthesia?In fact, here in Brazil, is there that gas that makes you happy, and when Perry explodes one?What about you?
The dentist saw that he enjoyed music. I don’t know how, did I follow him with his feet?God created beings in his image and likeness and gave them music in his blood. Even in his holy book, he put words. Some of them have to bring the dead back to life. Some anesthetize, others prick, some scratch and many heal what rots, even those used for protection and prevention.
Anesthesia? Yes, of course, please, for God’s sake. Anesthesia whatever you want and more. Seriously, who thought about anesthesia?I haven’t done any research and I won’t do it now, but I thank God for this human being. We appreciate all the inventions of human creativity. However, we forget that this was given by God. She’s one of his copycats. As soon as I remember being grateful and talked about god’s wonder by allowing people to think of substances that, when suddenly injected into the gums of others, cause a lack of pain, I must remember to talk more about how God strengthens human creativity. Talking?
Like the dentists who treat me like to talk. I don’t know if it’s universal, or if it’s really just those who come to me with their drills and sharp instruments, in fact, a parenthesis: you too, lying there, with your mouth open and vulnerable to sharp and sharp ones. instruments, I wonder how many ways the dentist could easily kill him and you could hardly react. I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t plant any ideas on your head.
Going back to the dentist-patient discussion. I’ve had dentists talking all the time. One of them asked and answered to herself what she thought I would answer. This has created all the dialogue between us. That was great, my first dentist was my grandfather Rubens, I treated my teeth throughout my childhood, with six-month dates when we were going to visit them within the state of Sao Paulo (Ipaussu, in case you’d like to know). strong hands. I remember the taste he left in my mouth (no, it wasn’t like a latex glove, I didn’t have it), I remember he was talking all the time about our Sao Paulo while he was treating me and I remember I thought it was funny that he was saying “Gospe?”instead of spitting when it came time to spit. The root dentist doesn’t have that suction cup thing, even though it will rip the tooth out of the root.
My dentist talked a lot today. And it wasn’t a monologue. I was really waiting for answers. And the worst part was that I was getting anxious because I had things to say that would really help the conversation move forward, I had a couple of interesting observations on the topic I was discussing. He just growled that could mean anything. How frustrating to be so limited. In fact, it’s our human condition, even if we don’t know. The fall completely affected the human being. Our body, our minds, everything has been tarnished and to some extent shattered by sin. Could it be that if there hadn’t sinned there would be no cavities?Look, I don’t know, I guess not. However, my point is another. We all have limits, of course. We don’t even know how limited we are to fall. Perhaps the best of us humans are simply a patient immobilized with an open mouth for what we would have been sinless. How do I know? Alone on the next Earth.
In the midst of treatment comes the question: “Do you smoke? No, I know, you drink a lot of coffee, don’t you?It’s the pigmentation of restorations, like everything in life, choices and consequences. They may not have pigmented fillings, is it worth it? I don’t think so. I think God created human language by thinking about the day when, by his grace, someone would think of drinking coffee, grilling, drying, grinding, and pouring water into it to see what happens. Of course, people waste it with sugar and some even face civilization called Stevia. However, it is still one of the best things in life and it is worth curing its restorations with coffee pigments.
I do not intend to try to describe everything that the dentist has done in my molars, there were many devices, many instruments, things that stick, things that are used, that are filled, that dry, things with acid flavor. , smoke-scented things, many maneuvers and hand actions driven by God and man to do healing wonders in a small space and before lunch break. The dentist was hungry, at one point he asked me if I was listening to the growl in his stomach. No, I wasn’t. There are things that only people listen to, know and think are in front of them, in fact, there’s something I like to do while the dentist is working with their eyes fixed on their teeth, I’m looking you in the eye. It is beautiful to notice the concentration, the action-driven view, the rapid succession of glances of an expert in what he does, I hope it does not distract anyone.
There, the restoration is complete. Now all we have to do is see if this is right and close the bite close well, let’s see if it’s not high. Of course it is, at first try, it looked like I had an olive in my mouth and I don’t even like olives. Yes, it’s high, let’s bite this carbon and use this thing. Second try, it’s still high. Third try and it’s always bad and I’m ashamed to talk, but I do, that’s not possible. It took a room.
? “Then can I see him here?
?« You’re ashamed to talk, aren’t you? You can talk, I know you’re high in your way.
The worst thing when you’re embarrassed is that the person realizes and says you’re like that. We went to a depleted farm. Look, to be honest, as I write, I’m still not entirely convinced it’s not a little high.
Funny about that. It is a feeling that entered the world with sin, came in the package, in the combo that Adam bought on credit several times and paid for countless generations, that is what began with shame. We are ashamed of what we do, of who we are, of what we say, we feel the shame of others, the mutual shame, the unnecessary shame of saying that restoration is still high, all this happens for the world shattered by sin. In fact, the world is not as it should be, we are ashamed of what we didn’t even need to be, the world is like a game room that doesn’t fit at all, the good news is that God wears down and restores everything I need one day, the reasons for shame will no longer exist.
Time to get out of the office. Thanks for your attention dear reader, you just stood there listening to me, as if I were a dentist, I hope it was good and it didn’t hurt at all. It is not so much an argument. It is another way of seeing the world and of living that seems to me to correctly explain the complexity of what life is, I think that God’s explanation of reality is the one that best gives meaning to things as they are, and gives us the best direction. on how to proceed. Place your restorations. Try to speak even when you can’t. Smile and let yourself be carried away by the songs. Support the pain and appreciate the anesthesia. Respond when you can.
Lewis said that he believed in Christianity as he believed in the sun, not only because he saw it, but because through it he could see all things. The point is this. I can’t prove to you that God exists using a blackboard. You don’t need to threaten yourself with a drill or a suction cup. There is an easier way to think about what you already know. The world fits better, it makes more sense when we understand it as God said it. Everything becomes clearer, including dark things. Even going to the dentist makes more sense. The fear, the pain, the shame, the joy, the creativity, the music, the expertise of the human hand, all make more sense through the lens that God gives us to see the world. The reason we fear pain, the shame we feel, human capacity, the power of music over our emotions, all align with the explanation that God gives us about life. You are before him, and the mouth of your soul will always be open before your omnipresent eyes. It is not aimed at your evil. Just remove that dirt, scratch, restore, stop hurting. How about enjoying music and stop resisting?
Note: This simple text has its style inspired by “Why do I believe in God?”From Cornelius Van Til. De obviously, with a much lower quality than the old master. It’s worth trying to read!
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