And don't dare criticize or disagree, or it's pissing match forever.
Is that you, Frank? I had no
idea you're one of them
! You seemed like such
a nice guy at the diner!
Even better, don't acknowledge.
Atheists claim their stand is bolstered by logic and science.
Neither logic nor science leads to an assertion that there are no gods...and neither logic nor science leads to an assertion that it is more likely there are no gods...than that there are.
Some people just have trouble acknowledging that.
Frank Apisa wrote:
If you guys refuse to acknowledge the discussion...
Discussions.. how do they work?
about 10 minutes from here
need to head down there for a sunset with the small dog
she'll like it
the air is good there
your thoughts are your own
my words are mine alone
how sadly how aimless like a drone
if you echoed me
and I mirrored thee
in a world diverse and duplicate free
Whoa. That was a jolt. I clicked and turned away from the monitor and when I turned back around I got blasted in the eyes. Very cool...
I became a Christian as an adult, probably around 14 years or so ago, but I was ever the "doubting Thomas". Still, I did the Christian life as best I could, even read some interesting books. One was in the apologetic field, by Lee Strobel. The forward discussed an interview that the author did with Charles Templeton, who was rolling holy back in the day with Billy Graham. Templeton was evidently very good at what he did, but had turned away from his faith. However, with all that said and the passing of many years, he is is quoted as saying that he misses Jesus. For whatever reason I always found that intriguing.
So I still remember the moment about five years ago when I thought, "no more", and the odd juxtaposition of turmoil and freedom that followed. I was going through a terrible time, and often the compulsion to talk to god would still arise, and I'd be like, "****! No one's there". No one to put it all on, to "give it to", no one even to blame. But I couldn't help to feel a sense of exhilarating liberation in it too. I missed Jesus though, still do sometimes in a sense; I miss the good Christian people I had gotten to know. And there was a blurb I'd read long ago in a heavy metal magazine, quoting someone I can't remember, "once you cut through all the bullshit, the bible is a pretty good read". In other words, it ain't all bad.
So I guess the bottom line is, I'm happy to have had the experiences that I did, and my faith–such as it was–served its purpose well enough, and I think I've developed a somewhat unique perspective because of it. Just like a childhood now long in the past, I outgrew it. But sometimes I might miss it.