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(July 15, 2014 at 5:10 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: I'm gonna put my christian hat on here
Because Jesus had someone reach out to me, I could feel it. When I read the gospels I felt the holy spirit rush in to my life and what I had done wrong become so clear but yet I was so at peace. There is no way that could be anything but the holy spirit.
Because I accepted god into my heart and he quides me everyday.
Why would you call the bible silly, it is the most inspiring testament on earth. However too imagine life without god is well, bleak.
Of course I'm not a unthinking lacky, and your thinking of gods rules the wrong way. Instead of a robot following a set of commands think of its like the rules a father may set out for his son. These are rules of love to teach us.
Of course he did, he wanted children not robots!
It is following god and living to his imagine that gives life meaning, Agian think of it like a father/son relationship.
How can you say the austere beauty of the universe is a simple coincidence, look at our brains for example, even today our technology can not even come close!.
Despite all the wonders of modern medicine, I have yet to see a man rise from the dead after 3 days.
Harris I don't know, but dawkins is stuffy and arrogant, but hitchens on the hand is nuts. Despite the fact he is a alcoholic that I disahree with I have to respect his brand of crazy and how he sticks to his princples.
Because, some are jealous of humanity's relationship with god and seek to destroy by leading us astray.
Christian hat off.
Sorry, lemon, I'm not buying it. You were too grammatically correct and you DIDN'T use any inappropriate CAPITALIZATION, nor nearly enough exclamation points!!!!!!!
In all truth not all christians are brain dead morons
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.
