"Physics, biology, chemistry, and math. These should all be very scientific subjects. They should have helped you build a complete worldview. How can you still learn theology?" Chen Zhao looked at Mrs. Peter curiously.
There was a saying that went, "The end of science is theology, and the end of theology is philosophy."
Actually, that wasn't the case. Science was very rational.
Science was materialism, while theology was idealism.
Science was because I believed it existed and I had to prove it.
Theology was because I thought it existed, so it must exist.
These were two completely different ways of thinking.
Therefore, it was hard for Chen Zhao to imagine a scientist studying theology.
"What about you?" Mrs. Peter looked at Chen Zhao. "Do you believe in God?"
Chen Zhao thought about it. God?
He'd seen demons, angels, and otherworldly gods.
However, Chen Zhao was still doubtful about whether God really existed.
Everyone had their own understanding of God.
In religious descriptions, God was omnipotent and omnipresent.
Atheists and theists actually had very similar viewpoints.
Because atheists and theists both felt that God existed in everyone's heart.
"I'm a wavering person," Chen Zhao answered. "I only believe in what I see."
"Then you're a rational person," Mrs. Peter said, chuckling.
Chen Zhao looked at her. She must've been a beauty when she was young.
Even though he had aged, his body still carried a kind of graceful and luxurious temperament.
Actually, Mrs. Peter wasn't very old now.
"I used to be a rational person too," Mrs. Peter said. "A very pure one. I'm even an atheist."
"Then what changed you?"
"Ha … Forget it. It's nice talking with you. Let's change the topic." Chen Zhao was stunned.
Weren't they having fun? Why did they suddenly change the topic?
"Oh, you said that you can't study medicine because you haven't learned it. Why is that? Is it a family tradition? "
"Actually, this question goes back to the previous topic."
Mrs. Peter looked at Chen Zhao. "You also like to explore secrets."
"People are curious, aren't they?"
"Then what I'm about to say next, you can just treat it as a supernatural story. Don't question me, I won't accept any questions."
"If you say that, it means that you have been questioned many times in the past."
"I said it to share, not to be questioned." Mrs. Peter said, "It was a cold night three years ago. I was sitting in a wheelchair reading Feynman's Lectures on Physics. Then a man appeared in front of me. He was wearing a wide-brimmed felt hat and a red patterned scarf. I couldn't see his face clearly. He asked me if I was willing to stand up."
Chen Zhao raised his head in surprise and looked at Madam Peter's legs. "Madam Peter, your legs …"
"I've been in a wheelchair for fifty years," Mrs. Peter said. "I was born with a thigh malformation."
No wonder. How could a normal person spend so much time on studying?
Perhaps only someone like her, who spent her entire life in a wheelchair, would spend all her time studying.
"I told him that I was willing. No matter the price, I was willing to stand up. I wanted to stand up."
"He said that I could stand up, but I had to agree to one of his requests. I couldn't study medicine. If I did, I wouldn't just lose my legs. I would lose even more."
A demon contract? But what about this contract?
There was no peace in such a request, right?
"So, you stood up?"
"Yes, I slept for a while. Then my legs became like a normal person's." Mrs. Peter looked at Chen Zhao. "That person was like God's messenger. From then on, I believed in God's existence."
God's messenger? Chen Zhao looked at Mrs. Peter.
"Do you have any bad feelings?"
"No, I think I'm fine."
Chen Zhao wanted to ask Mrs. Peter to take a look at his legs.
But after thinking about it, he felt that the request was a bit too much.
Plus, Chen Zhao wasn't sure if the story was true.
Even as someone from the supernatural world, this story sounded inconceivable.
There were many unreasonable parts.
Chen Zhao didn't know if Mrs. Peter hadn't thought through the story when she made it up.
Or if it was really God's messenger.
To Chen Zhao, this was just an imperfect supernatural or mythical story.
"So, did you study theology to study this? Do you want to find a reasonable explanation to solve your fate? "
"You can say that."
"Have you thought about it? What if it's a demon's deal?"
"Child, I know what you're thinking. I study theology, so of course, I've come into contact with demon religions. No matter which religion it is, demons represent transactions, giving and receiving. A scholar once said that the original image of a demon was actually a merchant. Merchants make huge profits through transactions. People seem to be fair in transactions, but in reality, their interests have already been harmed." Mrs. Peter said, "But I didn't give anything, so I don't believe it's related to demons."
"Forbidding you from studying medicine isn't a sacrifice?"
"I think it's a warning and not a transaction. Maybe God saw my future and gave me some kind of warning."
Hearing Mrs. Peter's words, Chen Zhao lost interest in continuing the discussion.
You couldn't question a believer's faith.
She chose to believe in God because God formed her worldview.
To argue and question her was not to challenge her God, but to challenge her worldview.
She believed that her understanding was the truth.
She didn't say it to share. Instead, she wanted some kind of support.
Chen Zhao couldn't deny her. No matter what he said, she wouldn't believe it.
Plus, Chen Zhao wasn't even sure if Mrs. Peter was telling the truth.
"Mrs. Peter, it's getting late. I should leave."
Chen Zhao stood up and said goodbye to Mrs. Peter.
"Okay, my child. May God bless you."
Although they had different understandings or ideals, Mrs. Peter was still a very amiable person.
"If you have time, you can come and accompany me … Of course, I'll pay you."
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