(March 19, 2011 at 5:45 am)Jax Wrote: So God appeared right in front of you.
He allows you to say/ask anything to him, but only one thing. Whether it be an insult or not.
I was pretty much asked this exact thing in all sincerity from a believing friend of mine. He's ordained.
My reply: "Why did you bother creating us in the first place?"
I then proceeded to run down the long list of things God foreknew would happen before creating us, including the death of his son, original sin and God's knowledge that he created us knowing beforehand that we would fail and that he would allow thousands of years of suffering because of his conscious decision to create a being doomed to disobey because of our perceived free will. Needless to say, he replied with something like, "Of course, I don't have all the answers." No, my good man, you don't.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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