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Originally Posted by CatsAndDogs
II was converted by so-called atheists. I found myself defending my deism (very successfully) against them, and was suddenly arguing against my own deism when I couldn’t account for why the watchmaker would just sit out there watching.
Hello…
I am not so sure i get the thing aobut the watchmaker?? could you explain?
also… the only thing i remember about deism is that adherents believe that God created the world and people but doens’t have any interaction with them from then on… Am i right? Is there anything importnat to add to this?? Where did you learn about deism??
The watchmaker God is as you said. One who creates creation, starts it operating, and then just watches. Who knows, he may make other watches, to watch. I’m all watched out, so keep watch and watch out for the watchmaker’s amazing endless mechanical watch-worlds, flowing off the shelves like this months endless supply of the most popular video-game into the play-space of infinity.
Why did I come to not believe in this reality being just one of a probable infinity of watch-worlds of the deist? Because I’ve always had a dreadful dislike for the perfect un-beauty of the concept of infinite regress (or infinite multitude).
There is no “solution”, or description, more ugly and un-beautiful than “infinity”.
ALL religion, other than Catholic Christianity, leads in some variety of circle, around and around, back to it’s tail and right up it’s own “backside”, in an infinite loop, describing nothing more than pointless infinitude.
Once I was fed up with the pointlessness of deism, yet still knew deep in my heart that the “designer” was quite real, it was a lightning strike to discover that I was Catholic. I didn’t CHOOSE to be Catholic. I discovered I WAS Catholic.
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Did you ever go away from Jesus… (in other words, were you ever a “goat”)?
I never ever believed in Jesus at all until discovering that I was a Catholic. THEN His reality smacked me like a falling piano.
this is very interesting… How were you interested in the Catholic faith without knowing anything much about Jesus… or believing in him, i should say? I have never heard this kind of story…
First I discovered what God (the Father) actually meant, meaning, who He was. Then His “face and finger, nostrils and lips”, which is Jesus, crushed all the old provisional scaffolding of my heart holding up my “intellectually coherent” image, or more properly “idol”, of god the watchmaker, and melted my heart into the pliable lump of clay that He then made into a real human heart capable of accepting His love.