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I don’t need to ask you questions about what it’s like being an Atheist, I was an avowed atheist for about 10 years. I know it inside and out.
I’m not trying to “convince” you, A. No one convinced me, I wouldn’t be so foolish. However, there is no harm in intellectual debate because both of us can learn from the process. It can only be profitable to exercise the intellect. “Truth” is not intimidated by our seeking.
My favorite Milton says it most beautifully:
"Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to blow upon the earth,
So Truth be in the field, we do injuriously, by licensing and prohibiting,
To misdoubt her strength.
Let Truth and Falsehood grapple; for who ever knew Truth put to the worse,
In a free and open encounter."
In the end, to “know” God is an existential experience, (from the inside out.) Though of great merit, argument, is no converter.
“Life” is the converter, it’s sort of like what G K Chesterton says in his poem regarding conversion,
The sages have a hundred maps to give,
That trace their crawling cosmos like a tree,
They rattle reason out through many a sieve,
That stores the sand and lets the gold go free.
And, all these things are less than dust to me,
Because my name is Lazarus and I live."
I don’t need to ask you questions about what it’s like being an Atheist, I was an avowed atheist for about 10 years. I know it inside and out.
I’m not trying to “convince” you, A. No one convinced me, I wouldn’t be so foolish. However, there is no harm in intellectual debate because both of us can learn from the process. It can only be profitable to exercise the intellect. “Truth” is not intimidated by our seeking.
My favorite Milton says it most beautifully:
"Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to blow upon the earth,
So Truth be in the field, we do injuriously, by licensing and prohibiting,
To misdoubt her strength.
Let Truth and Falsehood grapple; for who ever knew Truth put to the worse,
In a free and open encounter."
In the end, to “know” God is an existential experience, (from the inside out.) Though of great merit, argument, is no converter.
“Life” is the converter, it’s sort of like what G K Chesterton says in his poem regarding conversion,
The sages have a hundred maps to give,
That trace their crawling cosmos like a tree,
They rattle reason out through many a sieve,
That stores the sand and lets the gold go free.
And, all these things are less than dust to me,
Because my name is Lazarus and I live."