(September 10, 2010 at 4:47 pm)norbrook Wrote: Hey guys, this is my first post...and I'm a Christian, so I'm off to a bad start, but please go easy on me. Just thought I'd give you's a few things to chew on.
Welcome!
(September 10, 2010 at 4:47 pm)norbrook Wrote: First of all, I do believe there was a big bang that created the universe
Good way to start.
(September 10, 2010 at 4:47 pm)norbrook Wrote: The thing that gets me though is where the fudge everything came from, like whatever went bang...it has to come from somewhere. So, i was reading about hawkings saying that there doesnt need to be a God to create the universe, but think about it logically, nothing -> universe. No matter what way he phrases it, it just doesnt add up. I currently have nothing in my hand, and I will continue to have nothing in my hand until I pick up something, basic science.
Well none of us are of the omniscient kind of being that can answer that for you, but I might recommend this video series: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePkPYA4AQ3o
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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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