Quote:I think that the religionists have boxed themselves into a corner, depriving themselves of the joy of exploration of ideas.
While I understand where you are coming from phoenix, I am not a religionist. I claim no labels of any kind. I am merely someone who believes in the existance of God.
Quote:How do you know that? And if it is true, why do you suppose that God fails to help so many other people, regardless of their faith and prayers?
How do I know I wouldn't be here? Because I know the path I was on. It was one of utter self-destruction. I was an alcoholic who had seen nothing but misery her entire life, from the moment of conception until
several years after I had gotten "saved". Yes, I still experienced misery while wearing the label of "saved". Raped at the ages of 5, 18, twice when I was 20, and almost a fifth time when I was 22. I was angry, bitter, abandoned, felt unloved, and saw absolutely no point in life at all. I spent four days in the hospital after the first time I was raped when I was 20 because I truly believed the world would be better off without me and took 3/4 a bottle of extra strength tylenol to rid the world of me. That's just a very small "piece" of the story to give you an idea of the life I lived previously.
It took God YEARS to break down the walls I had put up to keep Him out. YEARS. And all the meanwhile "christians" were pointing their fingers at me condemning me for smoking, condemning me for not speaking in tongues, condemning me for being different, because they had absolutely no concept of the daily pain I lived in. If I had not seen something different about God, if I had not been able to muster up even the slightest ounce of hope that maybe, just maybe there was something better out there than this life I was living, I would be dead. I would have either put myself in a postion where I was beaten, raped, and then killed (which was the pattern of my life at the time) or I would have saved someone the trouble and done it myself.
Why do I suppose that God fails to help so many other people, regardless of their faith and prayers? This is a fair question. One I hope I can help to shed some light on. Let's look at it from this perspective:
Why do you suppose an alcoholic that doesn't seek help continues in their lifestyle of alcoholism? Because they don't seek help does that mean no one really
wants to help them? Because they don't attend "AA" meetings does that mean those "AA" meetings don't exist? To that person those meetings don't exist simply because they don't go to them. However they do exist for those who attend. On the other hand let's say that person does say, "Man, I have a problem, I need help." while they down another 40 oz. If they never actually
get up and find the help they need will they change? That person can change their mind and have "faith" that those meetings exist, however if they never get up and act on that by going to the meetings the help they need is still out of their reach.
If you fall into a ditch and break both your legs, but every time someone comes by and offers you help you scream at them "Leave me alone!!" How are you going to get out of that ditch? Yet people do this with God all the time. I know I did. They want help, but not the kind that requires any sacrifice on their part. They yell, "God help me!" but when He tries they push Him away because it doesn't come in the form or fashion they are expecting. I did this too. We block people out to protect ourselves from being hurt again, but what we don't realize is we are hurting ourselves worse in the end because of the isolation of living within our own little walls. I asked myself this question many many times in my life:
"Why would a so called "loving God" allow
me, someone He supposedly "loves", to be raped, over and over, and just sit by and watch?"
I think I may have even screamed this at Him a few times in the process too. It took years for me to understand. But now I do. I had to come to the place where I was willing to take responsibility for my life and the things that were happening to me. Until I came to that place, nothing changed. You see, the failure of me not getting the help I needed wasn't on God's part it was on mine. Because I refused to take responsibility, because I refused to see the truth that the way I lived my life was in fact the very thing that was setting me up to get hurt over and over. Was it my fault I got raped then? When I was 5, no. The other times though? I had a responsibility in it, yes.
I chose to drink those nights.
I chose to do that with men I didn't know.
I made all the choices that led to where I ended up. God didn't tell me to do those things. So then how can it be His fault?
If someone drives drunk, gets in an accident, and kills someone else is that anyone's fault
besides the person who did it? It was the person who chose to do that who is responsible. Not the person who got killed. Not the parents of the person who got killed. So why then does everything bad people do become God's responsibility? Does that mean then that what those men did to me wasn't wrong though?
Absolutely not! Rape is rape. I wasn't a willing participant either way. My fault is in the choice I made to be there in the first place. That's where my responsibility ends.
So then, because I made a bad choice, does that then mean that God Himself "willed" for that to happen to me? That He was happy that happened to me? Absolutely not! Is a parent happy when their child touches the stove and burns their hand? No. Are they maybe even a little frustrated because they told little Jonny five times before he did it, "Don't touch that, it's hot". Yes. Can we put our children on a string and weild them around like little puppets until they are old enough, as we see it, to manage on their own? And if we did that would they have the skills they needed to make it on their own? Can we really keep our children from making any mistakes at all?
No, rather, it would be wiser to realize they are going to make some mistakes and allow them to make some mistakes (nothing that would kill them mind you) so they can learn the difference between right and wrong. How else will they know? Let me ask you this: if you have (or will have) children do you want them to love you simply because you are their parent, and as your child that is their obligation? Or do you want them to love you because they choose to love you? It is the same with God. He will never force Himself upon anyone. He will never force His help upon anyone. He gave us a free will to choose what we do, where we go, what we believe, and so on. Not because He had to, but because He loves us and His will is for us to choose to love Him back. The true essence of the power of "love" is found in the power to choose. God will help those who ask, who are willing to receive His help. It just may not come on the form or fashion they are looking for and so it gets missed.
Quote:Pascal's Wager has been refuted so many times that I hesitate to post this, but since you are new to A2k you may not have seen it.
Yeah, I haven't seen this one yet.
Quote:But as Frank Apisa often said: we just don't know. I think that those who feel compelled to make a god-or-not choice without exploring the myriad other possibilities are the real losers.
Maybe, maybe not. I can tell you this. I am not a loser in this battle called my life. I have, through God, been able to overcome more things in 35 years than most people experience in an entire lifetime. I am able to look back at those things that almost destroyed me and not even be touched or affected by them in any way. Because that is not who I am anymore. My explination for all of it is God and only God. But really, how could you or anyone else
know that? You weren't there. You didn't see the changes happen in my life. But I know
because of the experience I've been through. Does that then prove God's existance? It is relative really. To me it does. To others it might. To some it probably won't. And that's all ok. Because no one is obligated to believe any one thing. All I can do is tell what I know from what I've been through, and pray that's enough for some...