RE: Theists: How can predetermined fate and free will coexist?
December 16, 2016 at 7:25 pm
(This post was last modified: December 16, 2016 at 7:26 pm by AceBoogie.)
(December 16, 2016 at 7:34 am)alpha male Wrote: OK, if you've not made conclusions about God's power, I take it it's not an issue for you at the moment. If you change your mind and actually want to assert a claim regarding power, we can discuss it.
No, we can continue the discussion when you want to stop arguing semantics with me and actually respond to the original post without ducking and dodging every which way.
Jesus christ some of you christians on here should be politicians.
(December 16, 2016 at 7:19 pm)Tazzycorn Wrote:(December 15, 2016 at 10:54 am)Catholic_Lady Wrote: I'm sorry. I fail to see how Him having already seen what I choose to do = Him controlling what I do.
Because knowing what you will do is an admission that you have no choice in the matter. No choice=no free will.
To put it in other words if your future is known, it doesn't matter whether you know it yourself or not, whether you think that you have a choice in front of you. Because it is known that you will go a certain way, do a certain thing, speak a certain sentiment, the choice does not exist. Otherwise how could it be known?
Yea CL I'm honestly not sure how it's so hard for you to see the contradiction in this.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
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
