One of my favorite authors (and I don’t have many, maybe this guy and C.S. Lewis) is a man named Chuck Klosterman. I was first “introduced” to Chuck’s writing by a friend of a friend at the Flying Saucer in Nashville while attending a Youth Ministry conference. He started talking about this book “Sex, Drugs & Cocoa Puff.” I read. I loved it. Last week I picked up his other book, “Killing Yourself to Live.” I read it. I loved it. I decided to spend an entire week of blogs on insight derived from it. Thus, this is the official Chuck Klosterman week on the 2timothy42.org Blog.I should state from the beginning that Chuck is not a Christian. In fact, he might be considered by some as the polar opposite of a Christian (or at least his lifestyle). He talks at length in this book about the pros of doing drugs and shares pretty intimate details about his sex life (pre-marital of course). But all of this is beside the point and fairly irrelevant. What Chuck is better at than anyone I have read is creatively talking about life in a manner that is both profound and simple. Which is why I like using him as a basis to talk about life and our relationship with God. All this to say, we all can learn something from Chuck, regardless of his lifestyle. But I digress.
On another side note, these entries are going to be a bit longer than my typical 500 word maximum. This is chiefly due to the quotation of his book, and, of course, this unprecedented second digression. But I digress, again.
[Mary Beth, a waitress in a NC Crackle Barrell, asks this question to Chuck.] “Now – obviously – dreams don’t last 100 years. Dreams last like 20 minutes. So that means we are somehow able to understand an accelerated passage of time while we dream…My question is this: Are we only able to understand this because of books and movies and television? Because the difference between real time and dream time seems like something that would be impossible to understand organically.”
-Killing Yourself to Live (Page 70)
This is truly a glorious momment in this book, just like the passage in Sheldon Vanhausen’s “A Severe Mercy” where C.S. Lewis explains that the way we know there is a God, is because we know there is eternity. And the way we know there is eternity, is because we are not satisfied with this concept that we call time.
Time is unnatural to all of us. We know this because we make comments like, “Time flies when you’re having fun.” Or “Didn’t Johnny grow up fast.” And thanks to Mary Beth, “how can we transcend time in dreams?” Yet, despite its unnaturalness, time is a constant. As Lewis puts it, people asking a question about time, is like a fish asking a question about the wetness of water. Except here is the punch line. We weren’t designed to live in time. Nor shall we be constrained to time after our life on this earth is over.
We are all like people who were once rich and now bankrupt, but yet still have the notion of how “life is suppose to be” back when they were rich. There is something deep inside all of us that tells us that something is seriously wrong with this concept we accept as time, and it is this concept that makes me believe that my final resting place will not be in a dream but in eternity.

I went and saw The DaVinci Code this weekend. And before I get into my point of the post, I should say, I loved the book. It was maybe the greatest piece of fiction I have read in a long time. Although from a "historical perspective," the book it quiet laughable. Most of what was inaccurate dealt with Constantine. I found it odd that Dan Brown himself said that Constantine converted to Christianity on his death bed, yet somehow organized the Council of Nicea after becoming a Christian to pick which books were to be in the Bible. 


