Two stories and a moral:
- When I was about fifteen, I was waiting for the bus one cold wintry day, when all around me suddenly appeared glowing sparks in the air. They swirled and winked in and out of existence, shining an incandescent white. It was, quite literally, magical, and I was in total awe. I was, I believed, visited by some supernatural force. Wood spirits, perhaps?
It happened again a few years later, when I was in the bathroom and I stood up from tying my shoe. And this time, I remembered that the first time it also happened right after I stood up after being bent over. It was a terrible, triumph-of-the-banal moment.
The third time it happened, a few years later, I poked around online (or somewhere, I forget exactly where), and found out that this is a not-too-uncommon visual hallucination when some folks stand up suddenly: as the blood flows from their head, there’s some sort of short-circuit in their optical nerve.
What I thought was magic–what I desperately wanted to be magic–what I thought had no other possible explanation–turned out later to have one. It turned out to have one that I didn’t know was even possible.
- I teach magic tricks to third-graders. One of the most common ones is the uncle trick, y’know, where you reach behind your niece or nephew’s ear and pull out a coin. I always show my hands empty first, but because I’m not very good at it, I show them only the backs of my open hands, since the coin is palmed in my, well, palm.
Recently, after I performed the trick on a third-grader, he turned in amazement to tell a friend what had happened. “Mr. Dorkness showed me his empty hands,” he said–and showed his friends both sides of his hands to demonstrate–“and pulled a quarter from my ear!”
I’d done the trick on him about fifteen seconds earlier, and already he’d revised his memory to make my trick more amazing, because he wanted to believe in magic.
Moral: When something magical happens, even if you cannot conceive of a possible explanation, there may be one you haven’t thought of. And when you remember that magical event, if you want it to be magical, you may be revising your memory to increase the magic of the occasion.
So when folks offer me evidence from their own experiences that support their belief in God, I remember these two events, and take their evidence accordingly.