(March 21, 2013 at 11:54 pm)Drich Wrote: The proof of Christianity is in God, not in some arguement. Maybe that is why none of you have found Him. Your looking to you ablity to reason and understand God, when God said you can only be given this ablity to reason through the Holy Spirit. And if you want a measure of the HS and you have to do is A/S/K as outlined in Luke 11. Which none of you will do because it is all appearently too simple.
Proof for God = God. Damn that's brilliant! Wish I had thought of that!
Seriously though, I and many other former believers have genuinely asked for the Holy Spirit to come as in Luke 11. Many, many times on many nights as a believer. I mean, why do you think so many former believers exist in the first place? We have sought and did not find. So, either your Holy Spirit is selective, even among genuine believers, or he isn't there. Take your pick. He way, he doesn't come out looking very good.
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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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