(December 1, 2014 at 4:27 pm)watchamadoodle Wrote:(December 1, 2014 at 2:04 pm)Bad Wolf Wrote: LOL! Totally misread it!
No problemo. I'm glad the confusion is cleared-up, because people would think I am pretty silly for claiming to be an intellectual when I'm obviously not. I try my best not to sound like a cotton headed ninny muggins, but I'm not always successful.
(December 1, 2014 at 1:31 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: You sound like someone who can offer perspective. I think you will be great here.
Hi, Lemonvariable72. Your avatar suggests that you are a Christian. If that is the case, what do you think about the Christian forum accusing me of blasphemy and flaming for explaining that I thought Christianity and Judaism were both false based on historical evidence? How is that blasphemy? Surely every Christian is aware that some people don't believe. That shouldn't offend them IMO.
I think I need to look at my avatar again. I have not been a christer in almost two years, in fact last thread was arguing that we should throw the Bible altogether when it comes to ancient history.
Now to answer your question. First I want to address is that the term used in the bible is "blaspheme the holy spirit". Now that is as vague as fuck, but the way most see that is basically apostasy, but others see it as rejecting christianity, and still take it ad pretty much anything negetive said about christianity. The reason Christians sometimes take such knee jerk reactions is because these questions challenge them and make it hard for them not to change the beliefs they are comfortable with.
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.
