RE: Which Comes First?
October 1, 2009 at 2:40 pm
(This post was last modified: October 1, 2009 at 2:45 pm by Violet.)
Praying aside, faith is just confidence in something. To have confidence in your knowledge, or in your evidence: is simply to have faith in their truth. Faith is always justified by ourselves, but that does not mean it is right...
So I do not have to see the sky to believe it exists... nor do I have to see my boyfriend every moment of every day to know he is not 'cheating on me'. And if I see the sky: I have even more faith that it exists. And if I see my boyfriend every moment of every day: I have even more reason to believe that he is not 'cheating' on me.
All of our knowledge is but the assumption that we are right... all of our evidence based upon chance circumstance... all of our logic presupposed by our justifications... all of our confidence a mere hope of the truth.
Prayer is just a cry for divine aid... but I find that when I call upon those who actually care: I am more likely to obtain said help. A placebo might help you feel better... but Faster, better, friendlier, and gentler help always comes from actually doing something.
So I do not have to see the sky to believe it exists... nor do I have to see my boyfriend every moment of every day to know he is not 'cheating on me'. And if I see the sky: I have even more faith that it exists. And if I see my boyfriend every moment of every day: I have even more reason to believe that he is not 'cheating' on me.
All of our knowledge is but the assumption that we are right... all of our evidence based upon chance circumstance... all of our logic presupposed by our justifications... all of our confidence a mere hope of the truth.
Prayer is just a cry for divine aid... but I find that when I call upon those who actually care: I am more likely to obtain said help. A placebo might help you feel better... but Faster, better, friendlier, and gentler help always comes from actually doing something.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day