Stories & Reflections
A non-believer who sends his six-year-old daughter Lulu to a Scottish church primary school.
Her teachers asked her to write the following letter: “To God, How did you get invented?”
The Rentons were taken aback: “We had no idea that a state primary affiliated with a church would do quite so much God,” says her father.
He chose emailing her letter to the Scottish Episcopal Church (no reply), the Presbyterians (ditto) and the Scottish Catholics (a nice but theologically complex answer).
For good measure, he also sent it to “the head of theology of the Anglican Communion, based at Lambeth Palace” (Archbishop Rowan ) “and this was the response:
Nobody invented me – but lots of people discovered me and were quite surprised.
They discovered me when they looked round at the world and thought it was really beautiful or really mysterious and wondered where it came from.
They discovered me when they were very very quiet on their own and felt a sort of peace and love they hadn’t expected.
Then they invented ideas about me – some of them sensible and some of them not very sensible.
From time to time I sent them some hints “specially in the life of Jesus” to help them get closer to what I’m really like.
But there was nothing and nobody around before me to invent me.
Rather like somebody who writes a story in a book, I started making up the story of the world
and eventually invented human beings like you who could ask me awkward questions!”