A while back I went to see the movie ‘The Theory of Everything.’
A brilliant physicist, Oxford University and a love story: It was a recipe guaranteed to hook me, and it did.
I am far from the first to be captivated by the genius. To think that such extraordinary intellect can be trapped within such a broken body is both tragic and inspiring.
I am awed by men like Hawking, both past and present, who have walked and conquered the halls of the greatest universities on earth. I wish that ‘A brief history of time’ wasn’t something that would go entirely over my head. I admire Hawking for more than his intellect; for his perseverance, his fighting spirit and his sense of humour.
He is truly a man who will go down in history.
But that is all.
And I found myself wondering if that is enough.
If all we can hope for in this life is to do enough to be remembered, then Hawking represents the epitome of success. But what if it’s true that there is more?
What if it’s true that Hawking spent much of his life arguing against the existence of a God that he will one day face?
Then his brilliance was all for nothing, and his life was a tragic waste.
And suddenly the greatest minds of the halls of Oxford pale in comparison to the common man who sits with his Bible and knows the creator.
sarsrose 