(October 21, 2014 at 6:43 pm)JesusHChrist Wrote:(October 21, 2014 at 5:48 pm)smithers Wrote: God curing cancer... why won't god 'cure' paraplegics ?
Or amputees.
Or Down Syndrome.
Or Parkinsons.
Or Alzheimers.
God only heals invisible diseases. Says so, right on the label.
Well if god just healed people like that he would reveal himself to the world! God only makes subtle miracles because otherwise he would be giving proof of his existence!
Despite the vast amount of contradictions in this claim, that I've heard multiple times from Christians, how is it that they know god's intentions? I thought none of us could understand god, yet you, a Christian, claim to know his intentions, better than anyone else? Very interesting. Yet in the argument about the evil of man, NOT THE EVIL OF GOD MIND YOU, Christians will often say, 'We don't know god's plan and we don't pretend to.'
Okay so in one situation, when it serves the purpose of giving you ammunition in an argument, you are well aware of god's intentions in only curing disease or disorders in a 'subtle' manner. However, when god's intentions would fail to be justified by thousands upon thousands of innocent people dying every day, then you claim to know nothing of god's intentions! How convenient.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
