Black Holes, Möbius Time, and Resurrection
On quiet mornings like this, when the New Mexico sky is still deciding whether to be night or day, my thoughts drift toward the deepest mysteries — the ones that lie at the edge of science and the threshold of eternity. Lately, I've been pondering black holes, those cosmic abysses where gravity grows so fierce that even light cannot escape. Scientists still confess a "sobering" truth: they do not know what truly lies at the center of a black hole, nor how information survives the plunge into darkness.
Physics insists that information cannot be destroyed. Black holes appear to destroy it. And so the paradox stands. But perhaps the paradox is not a wall — but a doorway.
For years, I've imagined time not as a straight railroad track but as a Möbius strip — a single ribbon with a hidden twist, where the end meets the beginning and the "other side" is simply the same surface seen from a deeper dimension. If the universe is shaped like that, then what we call "inside" and "outside," "before" and "after," "lost" and "found," may not be opposites at all. They may be neighbors across a twist we cannot yet perceive.
What if a black hole is not a cosmic shredder but a cosmic seam? What if the information that seems to vanish is simply carried across the twist — emerging on the "other side" of the ribbon, preserved in a realm we cannot yet see? Science calls this speculation. Faith calls it hope. Resurrection calls it truth.
For is this not the pattern of God's work? What we call an ending, He calls a beginning. What we bury, He raises. What we lose, He restores. What falls into darkness, He brings into dawn.
The physicists say that at the center of a black hole lies a singularity — a point where the known laws of nature collapse, where time and space fold in on themselves, where our equations fail and our understanding breaks. They call it "sobering" because it reminds them that even the brightest minds cannot peer beyond that horizon.
But Christians have always known a singularity of another kind — a moment in history when the laws of death collapsed, when time itself bent, when the impossible became flesh and walked out of a tomb at dawn. The resurrection is the ultimate Möbius twist: Death on one side, life on the other — yet one continuous story in the hands of God.
Perhaps black holes are faint echoes of that deeper truth. Perhaps the universe is whispering the same message through physics that Scripture proclaims through Christ: Nothing is lost. Nothing is meaningless. Nothing falls into darkness forever. The information that seems to vanish is preserved. The life that seems to end is transformed. The story that seems to break is completed on the other side of the ribbon.
And maybe — just maybe — the event horizon is not a boundary but a veil. A thin place where the fabric of creation folds back toward its Creator. A place where the laws of nature bow before the One who wrote them.
So, on this quiet morning, as the sun rises over the Gila and the world brightens by degrees, I find myself thinking of that cosmic dawn — the one that broke over a garden tomb two thousand years ago. The One who stepped out of the darkness and declared: "Behold, I make all things new."
Black holes may swallow stars, but they cannot swallow truth. Time may twist, but it cannot twist beyond the reach of the Eternal. And death may claim the body, but it cannot claim the story.
For the Light that spoke the universe into being still shines — even beyond the horizon, even beyond the singularity, even beyond the twilight of our understanding. And in that Light, nothing is ever truly lost.
PS: For those of you who may not have ever heard of a Möbius strip, you can easily make one by cutting an inch-wide strip off a sheet of paper and, after giving it a twist, connecting the ends with a piece of tape. Then draw a line on the ribbon of paper without ever lifting the pencil from the surface of the paper. You will find that it forms a continuous, unbroken line on both sides of the paper strip.
It is a simple one-dimensional parlor trick that I hope illustrates the geometry of existence that I believe God has created to enable our souls to return to Him. Think about it...
