RE: Proverbs 16:4
May 20, 2011 at 3:48 pm
(This post was last modified: May 20, 2011 at 4:06 pm by everythingafter.)
(May 20, 2011 at 3:18 pm)Statler Waldorf Wrote: You keep appealing to a sense of justice, fairness, and love and saying God is not practicing these. Where are you getting these from? How are you determining what is just, fair, and loving?
We don't need to summon a higher power to talk in terms of justice and love. If human beings or some other higher intelligence had never developed, these concepts would remain undefined as they were millions of years ago. Our societies and personal relationships give them meaning.
(May 20, 2011 at 3:18 pm)Statler Waldorf Wrote: What? I think the Old Testament teaches the idea that God chose to save a group of people since the foundation of the world just as or even more strongly than the New Testament.
The real question: What's so special about Israel? What did God have against the Chinese or Greeks or South American societies wandering about 4,000 years ago.
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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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