(December 14, 2016 at 11:48 pm)Catholic_Lady Wrote: I definitely wouldn't call it "predetermined fate." We believe God exists in a dimension outside of time and so he already knows all the choices we will make with our free will. But yeah, him knowing what choices we will make before we make them, doesn't make them any less our own choices.
Anyway, hopefully someone else will come in here and also answer in their own words. I hate it when I'm the only one who answers lol.
I've heard this before about "god existing outside of time"... Not quite sure what that has to do with anything, but let's continue the conversation as if it is relevant.
How do you know god exists outside of time?
If god created me to be the person I am, how do I make any choices? God already knows what I'm going to do. Everything I'm going to do is predetermined, so it's not up to me, it's up to god. Fate is, by definition, predetermined. So if everything I'm going to do is predetermined is it still a choice? Once again this is akin to locking someone in a cell with no food or water, then putting a can of pepsi and a can of Coke in front of them and giving them the "free will" to choose to do what they like.
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
