RE: Church signs
September 1, 2010 at 1:41 pm
(This post was last modified: September 1, 2010 at 1:42 pm by everythingafter.)
(September 1, 2010 at 1:18 pm)theophilus Wrote:(August 30, 2010 at 1:49 pm)everythingafter Wrote: So is there a constant flow of communication in our heads or just on occasion? How do I distinguish from my mind making up words and God?The clearest way God speaks to us is through the Bible. The best way to listen to God is to spend time reading it. Here is a site that will help you if you want to learn more about the Bible:
http://www.backtothebible.org/index.php/...Bible.html
Yeah, I was going to address this claim as well but didn't have time to get into it at that time. Tell me: why would an omnipotent God be limited to a book for his message to be made clear? What's so important about a book? Even if we erase the errors and contradictions and horrificity, why a book? Or a written message at all? Is God incapable of delivering his message to each of us individually and perfectly? And if some of us choose to write those thoughts down, they could all be perfectly cohesive and coherent, couldn't they? And if some deviants among us began to pervert or alter the message, he very well could stop them and ensure the message remains untarnished, couldn't he? Millions of individual accounts of his perfect message could be written and written over and over and over these 2,000 years without one single incongruency. And this would still not erase the necessity for faith. Maybe I just expect too much from an all-knowing being capable of absolutely anything.
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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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