If there was a prophet among us today, we would diagnosis him as a schizophrenic, admit him involuntarily to the psychiatric ward, and load him up on anti-psychotic medication until he qualified as “sane”. Our foreseers are now called geneticists. And that is the line between faith and medicine.
I don’t know how I feel about that.
It is so hard to find wonder in clinics and hospitals. Everyone knows something, and someone always knows everything. The unexplainable is brushed aside until a randomized double-blinded study tells us otherwise. Expert guidelines tells us to tell patients how to live. And no one questions anything.
Perhaps I’m wrong. Religion is not all that different.
