In the grand scheme of things, we barely exist."BUT CHRIS, I'm special!I'm unique!- I have
salvation-I'm going to heaven"
"then what's the meaning of life then? why not just kill myself if there is nothing after this life?"
there is no inherent 'meaning' to life but what you give it, you are responsible to give your OWN life meaning.
if it's worshipping a god for comfort-fine,
if it's raising a family-fine,
if it's simply to be happy-fine
if it's to do good for your fellow man-fine
If you feel life is worthless without the promise of an
afterlife, I think that is quite sad
"but why take the chance? why make the choice that could land you in hell-burning for all eternity?"
A choice? You are mistaken, there is no choice. If I held a gun to your head and said you must believe I'm God or I will kill you-
what choice do you have? -this point irrelevent, man made concept
"well I believe in the word of the bible"
What makes you think you are right? that your holy book is correct?and everyone else (4 billion people) are wrong? you do realize everyone else with differing beliefs thinks YOU are wrong. and it all comes down to where you were born. had you been born in saudi arabia, you wouldn't be a christian but a follower of islam.
-irrelevent- man-made document mistranslated, edited, corrupted
"so are you saying, God does not exist?'
First off, there is a difference between 'does a creater exist' and 'your VERSION of this creator'.
there are thousands and thousands of versions of the 'god concept' that goes back to early mankind a couple hundred thousand years ago. when man did not understand something, for example lightening-it was attributed to a god.
your version, that of yahweh-jewish mythology-, has been thoroughly debunked.
Moving on. Is there a creator?
I don't know. No one really knows. Scientist don't know. We don't know what happened before the big bang.
All we can do is speculate. I will say this. Just because there is a question that science has yet to answer, why automatically say it was a god??
We just don't know yet and may never know
"why are you so concerned with what I believe?"
I really don't care about a persons' fantasy world as long as it doesn't contribute to human rights abuses and in general I despise hypocrisy. Pray all day long. It's fine with me - you think you are speaking to God but I know you are just having a conversation with yourself.
"but God speaks to me"
Wait a second...What does the voice sound like? Is it your voice in your head or
"it's a different voice...it's the voice of the Lord!"
Ah, ok that is what we call paranoid schizophrenia...I'm going to take off now
wait a second, that photo proves there is a God after all , don't you see the radiant light he is casting down on all of God's beautiful creations.
ReplyDeleteexcellent post. good thing we only have two followers or this blog would erupt like the earth come judgement day, a make believe day in which blah, blah, blah, scare the hell out of you, worship god, promote wars and fear! Yay!
ReplyDeleteGod forgot to turn off the lights, I'm glad he isn't concerned about the electric bill
ReplyDeleteoh we have lurkers, they need to come out of the shadows and worship us properly or else we will smite you!
see, fear keeps people in line
YOU HEATHEN'S, HOW DARE YOU WRITE SUCH HOKUM!!!
ReplyDeleteI will PRAY for your Souls, you EVIL HOOLIGANS!!!
thanks for the comment GC
ReplyDeleteI appreciate the personal prayer (hugs) -just one request though- Could you have everyone in sunday service do a prayer for the bears before game time?
game starts at noon, so I suggest between 11:30 to 11:59
The Bears do not need prayers, for they can be as flawless as "THE GREAT ONE" Himself, when they WANT too. As for you, giving up on the "Belief" that there is not a GOD, because your prayers for the bullies to stop giving you atomic wedgies and then locking you in your own locker were not answered from 1st to 5th grade, does not prove He does not exist. He is just real busy with important things. Don't be so selfish, Heathen.
ReplyDeleteyou are correct...unanswered prayers do not prove that 'God' does not exist but I was never making the claim that unanswered prayers was a proof of any kind. fact is, you cannot prove OR disprove 'God'.
ReplyDeleteSo I see you believe in a 'God' that is an intervening one, who see's everything we do, a personal god, one who knows if we been naughty or nice.
that is silly! Read this story I found
This morning there was a knock at my door. When I answered the door I found a well groomed, nicely dressed couple. The man spoke first:"Hi! I'm John, and this is Mary."
Mary: "Hi! We're here to invite you to come kiss Hank's ass with us."
Me: "Pardon me?! What are you talking about? Who's Hank, and why would I want to kiss his ass?"
John: "If you kiss Hank's ass, he'll give you a million dollars; and
if you don't, he'll kick the **** out of you."
Me: "What? Is this some sort of bizarre mob shake-down?"
John: "Hank is a billionaire philanthropists. Hank built this town.
Hank owns this town. He can do what ever wants, and what he wants is to give you a million dollars, but he can't until you kiss his ass."
Me: "That doesn't make any sense. Why..."
Mary: "Who are you to question Hank's gift? Don't you want a million dollars? Isn't it worth a little kiss on the ass?"
Me: "Well maybe, if it's legit, but..."
John: "Then come kiss Hank's ass with us."
Me: "Do you kiss Hank's ass often?"
Mary: "Oh yes, all the time..."
Me: "And has he given you a million dollars?"
John: "Well no, you don't actually get the money until you leave
town."
Me: "So why don't you just leave town now?"
Mary: "You can't leave until Hank tells you to, or you don't get the
money, and he kicks the **** out of you."
Me: "Do you know anyone who kissed Hank's ass, left town, and got the million dollars?"
John: "My mother kissed Hank's ass for years. She left town last year, and I'm sure she got the money."
Me: "Haven't you talked to her since then?"
John: "Of course not, Hank doesn't allow it."
Me: "So what makes you think he'll actually give you the money if
you've never talked to anyone who got the money?"
Mary: "Well, he gives you a little bit before you leave. Maybe you'll
get a raise, maybe you'll win a small lotto, maybe you'll just find a twenty dollar bill on the street."
Me: "What's that got to do with Hank?"
John: "Hank has certain 'connections.' "
Me: "I'm sorry, but this sounds like some sort of bizarre con game."
John: "But it's a million dollars, can you really take the chance? And remember, if you don't kiss Hank's ass he'll kick the **** of you."
Me: "Maybe if I could see Hank, talk to him, get the details straight from him..."
Mary: "No one sees Hank, no one talks to Hank."
Me: "Then how do you kiss his ass?"
John: "Sometimes we just blow him a kiss, and think of his ass. Other times we kiss Karl's ass, and he passes it on."
Me: "Who's Karl?"
Mary: "A friend of ours. He's the one who taught us all about kissing Hank's ass. All we had to do was take him out to dinner a few times."
Me: "And you just took his word for it when he said there was a Hank, that Hank wanted you to kiss his ass, and that Hank would reward you?"
John: "Oh no! Karl's got a letter Hank sent him years ago explaining the whole thing. Here's a copy; see for your self."
John handed me a photocopy of a handwritten memo on "From the desk of Karl" letterhead. There were eleven items listed:
>From the desk of:
ReplyDelete>KARL
>1. Kiss Hank's ass and he'll give you a million dollars when you >leave town.
>2. Use alcohol in moderation.
>3. Kick the **** out of people who aren't like you.
>4. Eat right.
>5. Hank dictated this list himself.
>6. The moon is made of green cheese.
>7. Everything Hank says is right.
>8. Wash your hands after going to the bathroom.
>9. Don't drink.
>10. Eat your wieners on buns, no condiments.
>11. Kiss Hank's ass or he'll kick the **** out of you.
Me: "This would appear to be written on Karl's Letterhead."
Mary: "Hank didn't have any paper."
Me: "I have a hunch that if we checked we'd find this is Karl's
handwriting."
John: "Of course, Hank dictated it."
Me: "I thought you said no one gets to see Hank?"
Mary: "Not now, but years ago he would talk to some people."
Me: "I thought you said he was a philanthropist. What sort of
philanthropist kicks the **** out of people just because they're different?"
Mary: "It's what Hank wants, and Hank's always right."
ReplyDeleteMe: "How do you figure that?"
Mary: "Item 7 says 'Everything Hanks says is right.' That's good
enough for me!"
Me: "Maybe your friend Karl just made the whole thing up."
John: "No way! Item 5 says 'Hank dictated this list himself.' Besides, item 2 says 'Use alcohol in moderation,' Item 4 says 'Eat right,' and item 8 says 'Wash your hands after going to the bathroom.' Everyone knows those things are right, so the rest must be true too."
Me: "But 9 says 'Don't Drink,' which doesn't quite go with item 2, and 6 says 'The moon is made of green cheese,' which is just plain wrong." John: "There's no contradiction between 9 and 2, 9 just clarifies 2. As far as 6 goes, you've never been to the moon, so you can't say for sure."
Me: "Scientists have pretty firmly established that the moon is made of rock..."
Mary: "But they don't know if the rock came from the Earth, or from outer space, so it could just as easily be green cheese."
Me: "I'm not really an expert, but I think the theory that the Moon
came from the Earth has been discounted. Besides, not knowing where the rock came from doesn't make it cheese."
John: "Aha! You just admitted that scientists make mistakes, but we know Hank is always right!"
Me: "We do?"
Mary: "Of course we do, Item 5 says so."
Me: "You're saying Hank's always right because the list says so, the list is right because Hank dictated it, and we know that Hank dictated it because the list says so. That's circular logic. That's no different than saying 'Hank's right because he says he's right.'"
John: "Now you're getting it! It's so rewarding to see someone come around to Hank's way of thinking!"
Me: "But... oh, never mind. What's the deal with wieners?"
Mary blushes. John says: "Wieners, in buns, no condiments. It's Hank's way.Anything else is wrong."
Me: "What if I don't have a bun?"
John: "No bun, no wiener. A wiener without a bun is wrong."
Me: "No relish? No Mustard?"
Mary looks positively stricken. John shouts: "There's no need for such language! Condiments of any kind are wrong!"
Me: "So a big pile of sauerkraut with some wieners chopped up in it would be out of the question?"
Mary sticks her fingers in her ears: "I am not listening to this. La
la la la la la la la."
John: "That's disgusting. Only some sort of evil deviant would eat
that..."
Me: "It's good! I eat it all the time."
Mary faints. John catches her: "Well, if I'd known you where one of those, I wouldn't have wasted my time. When Hank kicks the **** out of you,I'll be there counting my money and laughing. I'll kiss Hank's ass for you, you bunless cut-wienered kraut-eater."
With this, John dragged Mary to their waiting car, and sped off.
Ketchup anyone?
Enough said. I'm sold. God's Child no-longer exists.
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