lest I become too boring:
alone are quite enough to lay the blame for any ‘sin’ squarely around God’s own furry little neck. In brief (and it IS unarguable, though I’d like to see anyone try): God, when He created one Adolf Hitler Esq, did so in FULL knowledge of what the said Hitler was about to do: Hitler had no choice—God’s omniscience ensured that*.
“Good one, Dog! I knew you’d say that.”
* God’s so called ‘omniscience’ and our own ‘free will’ … are, in fact, a blatant Contradiction in terms. It can be one or the other … but not both, an impossibility.
I want to take The Spouse into town, and here I am fighting the dragons of superstitious nonsense. Blast these indoctrinated tiny little pea-brains and all who sail in them!
your quote, try this on for size—
“Sin involves nothing less than flagrant rebellion against the will of Almighty God. Sin cuts us off from the living God entirely. This is no trifling matter. God, as our Creator, would be perfectly righteous in sending every one of us to death for our sins. It is only by God’s grace that He doesn’t do so. In fact, the problem of our eternal, sinful separation was so bad, that God sent His Son Jesus to die for our sins on the cross (see also Dawkins’ dilemma: how God forgives sin).
—from CLICKETH HEREUNTO
—and I’m already late so shall leave the pleasure of cocking my leg against this guy’s kennel until I get home. Hell, I haven’t even finished reading his inspired verbiage yet … a pleasure I look forward to.
“ARGUS! Go get ’em, Tiger! Give ’em one for ME too!”
CUE: theme song from “Never Ending Story” …
I live in hope.
Now, talking ‘God’—
—I live in hope that some day I might score a visit by some religioso silly enough to object … and I keep brooding the obvious contradiction inherent in two mutually exclusive concepts:
(a) God’s much touted omniscience, and
(b) our own much ballyhooed ‘Free Will‘.
* But outright nutcases need not apply.
into his artworks. Sometimes. Stuff he was clever enough not to mention out loud but left hidden in full view.
AS A DEVOUT
atheist I love having such pointed out to me, but always we are left with conjecture.
The below is from Leonardo’s ‘Last Supper’. Better minds than mine have asked if the effeminate dude on Big J’s right is actually his wife? And of course meanings are attributed to gestures and stuff like that. So, let’s get with it—
The Last Supper — by Leo D V (most of it)
Now: is this she~?
Having the hard word put on her, no doubt—a lot of that goes on.
Here ol’ Judas (gripping the money bag) and Big Jeez are both reaching for a bun. Judas will scoop the pool—but don’t JC’s digits look awesomely ‘grasping’ there?
it gets better. If you look closely you’ll see a mysterious hand clutching a knife. The knife isn’t pointed at any bun … it’s aiming right for that guy’s heart. (And he doesn’t look happy…)
But who in that melange of assorted limbs and buns and gestures and stuff is wielding the knife, hmmmm?
—obviously it’s a right hand; but one that cannot possibly belong to the guy in the turquoisey suit who seems to be picking his own pocket. Cute. Follow back to apparent source and it might almost appears to emanate from Mrs Jesus. (Long arms? foxy!)
Before I leave,
a big thank you
to GP for this clip (of the Pope confronting a flood of complaints about priests and boys?).
Starting with a quote from the ODT in NZ—
“I thought that it would be an open and honest process to go through and people would look after me and act as my advocate. And I found that they weren’t, they were acting as the Church’s advocate.”
The Brothers gave Marc an apology, a payout, and a waiver he signed preventing him ever taking on the Catholic Chruch again*.
Sourced from: CLICK HERE
There. See? Even the Church makes rare mistakes, and exceptions, and is honest, and open, and humble enough to promptly admit them … and ensure that there can be NO repetition.
Yeah … and in the meantime, here’s a snap looking out my window just now—
For whatever reason I keep being drawn (by God?) back to this, my very most favouritest of them all movie—
—well, one of them … make of it what you will. And in the copy I have, that lawyer guy doesn’t call it a “flamin’ cockatoo!”, he calls it a “(CENSORED) cockatoo!”.
* And still I’m mourning the passing of the Proof Reader …
YOU BLOODY ATHEISTS
can sometimes confuse us poor ole Godly!
KISS it, Keep It Simple:
“But since the foul demons are always devising destruction for the race of men, Carpocrates… using deceitful arts, so enslaved a certain presbyter in the church that he got from a copy of the secret gospel, which he interpreted according to his blasphemous and carnal doctrine…”
Sourced: CLICKETH HERE
If (~!) IF the foul demons actually are, and do, etc etc then—
Q: where did those foul demons come from?
(Oops, a low blow indeed … perhaps some good Christian might care to address it?)
A: They came from God.
Wow! Another gift … but wait, read me out before you vomit—
was is THE unique omnipotent Prime Mover. (You know, “Praise God from whom all blessings flow” … no?)
So God created the foul demons.
Ergo they are all a part of His mystery and entirely His
fault gift; all just needles running along God’s pre-ordained grooves & tracks. AND—
God knows how it will all end*.
“Yes, Mr Satan, Sir?”
“Are you tellin’ us that I’m a gift from God too?”
(Bugger … tread carefully, Dog …) “Er —yes?”
“Thanks, Dog. That’s what I’ve been saying all along—without ME, nothing!”
* No mysteries for an omnipresent omniscient. Boring, booooooo-rrrrr-iiiing!
rings my bell—
“Watts had another mystical experience while on a walk …”
—without disturbing my composure. As a proselytising atheist I’m disturbed by anything that rocks my equanimity; the single line above triggered memories from long ago.
I TOO HAVE
had ‘mystical’ experiences.
Nothing that challenged my sanity enough to believe in Gods*. I’m happy to accept that what I experienced might have been triggered by a release of slobber in the brain—to which I believe most ‘mystical’ experiences can be traced.
Here, have thee a nice religious experience—
And ponder the thoughts of the wee infant being sizzled by God (even more so if that graven imagery be bronze) (ouch …).
RELIGION & GODs—
Where the hell would we be without them?
“Argus! Will you PLEASE stop making folks think?” **
* Take your pick—there’s oodles to choose from.
** Don’t fret, Mr God, Sir … that ain’t ever gonna happen!