RE: Why can't Christians say that parts of the Old Testament don't apply??..
October 16, 2010 at 2:38 pm
(October 11, 2010 at 8:38 pm)dave4shmups Wrote: This is the argument that Christians use, when Atheists ask why people don't stone their neighbors for working on the Sabbath, and things like that. How do you counter arguments that these rules were for an earlier time? I mean, there are some old testament verses about people's animals falling into pits that certainly don't apply anymore.
I've had arguments with Christians (Folks I know in real life) about this and they usually reply with a) as you say, it was a different time with different standards for what was acceptable and not (i.e. enslaving fellow human beings) and b) since God is the source of what is right and wrong and acceptable, it's not our place to pass judgement on what he may have did or said in the Old Testament. I think both arguments are highly questionable and contemptible, but as Christians would say, that too is beside the point in the face of the prime mover, judge, jury and executioner.
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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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