(May 13, 2011 at 2:12 pm)Doubting Thomas Wrote: Well you can't claim that Revelation is accurate, because it's supposed to be a revelation of things to come, things that haven't happened yet.
Oh, I was just talking about the Bible in general, not just Revelation. But point well taken.
(May 13, 2011 at 2:12 pm)Doubting Thomas Wrote: I think that's why so many of them are so damn desperate to cling to biblical inerrancy. They claim that the bible was written by God, so if one part is wrong, then that claim is busted.
Different dates for Christ's birth, different people who witnessed the Christ's reappearance after his death, no mention of the virgin birth in two gospels, different events during the crucifixion, different people at the tomb, NT errors in references to certain OT prophecies. Where to begin?
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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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