(September 25, 2013 at 12:52 am)Drich Wrote:Sigh the bible is the "god claim" and when said claim has contradicting contained with in itself that means that it is not true in it's entirety.(September 25, 2013 at 12:27 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Thats easy, read your bible, it is full of contradictions, obvious false hoods, fake prophesies,and historical events that never happened. Yet we suppose to believe that non sense was inspired by the same being that authored dna?
Also the fact that people like you have failed to provide even a shred of verifiable evidence despite extraneous effort.
If using the bible is considered to be circular logic in the proof of God, then how can it then be a legitimate source to disprove God?
Wouldn't logic dictate that if the bible could be used to disprove God, then that very bible could then also be a viable point of reference to prove God as well??? Do you really want to open a can of worms your atheist brothers work so hard to keep closed?
Infact that is the reason using the bible to prove your claim of god is circular. When you do that, you use the claim to prove the claim. So no logic doesn't dictate that the bible can not be used to disprove the claim. Let me explain it like this, say I write a true crime story, and in chapter three I say the killer is white and in chapter 5 I say he is black. Now If I say it is true regardless because it is a true crime that is circular logic, however when discovers that in one chapter I say he is white, and another he is black, then I obviously misrepresenting the truth in either chapter 3 or 5 or both.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
