(May 8, 2012 at 12:42 am)JustEd Wrote: I'm not perfect, and I can get pretty down on myself sometimes, but I have never - not once - needed an imaginary friend to get me through the day without jumping out of a window. Am i looking at this the wrong way?
I've heard this many times from believers, and even stranger, believers will claim that they found God at the moment they hit rock bottom, and he apparently pulled them from the abyss. Presumably, that means that God finally reached out to them a mere seconds before they pulled the trigger.
In any case, you aren't off base. They reveal how really weak they are when they confess that they absolutely can't do anything without big brother. Some confess that they actually got off of drugs or alcohol because of God. Really? You can't find enough motivation within yourself to improve your own life, so you try to summon the services of a god who never says a word except in people's delusional thoughts and in an antiquated and cobbled together book? Really? Yet, somehow plenty of believers manage to hold down jobs and build giant churches without any physical intervention from God. And on the flip side, plenty of unbelievers do manage to stop taking drugs and generally improve their lives in spite of the fact that believers say it's impossible with faith.
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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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