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Bradski
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As I said earlier, God is all things to all men. My God wouldn’t be one to fear. My God would be one with whom I could discuss things and one with whom I could have a debate.I just happened to come across a quote by an atheist, BC Johnson: “Such a God, if not dead, is the next thing to it. And a person who believes in such a ghost of a god is practically an atheist. To call such a thing a god would be to strain the meaning of the word.”
books.google.com/books?id=GMPsAwAAQBAJ
This quote applies quite nicely to the “God owes us an apology” assertion.
To call such a thing a god would be to strain the meaning of the word.
I think it might have bene you that said in another post that in heaven there would be no free will (apologies if it wasn’t). I couldn’t think of anything more horrifying as an eternity like that. If you are right about certain aspects of God, then I think that He is wrong. I’d want to be able to access that free will and tell Him that.
Look on my version of God as the Dean of the Philosophical Department. He’s a lot smarter than me. He knows a lot more than me. He’s quite probably right about all matters where we differ in opinion. But he’s the guy that’s been teaching me all along to think for myself. To question everything. Never to assume anything. Never to take anything at face value and be eternally sceptical, even about things that I think I personally believe. To treat doubt as an ally and certainty with suspicion.
Do you think that in discussion with him he would like me to blandly accept his views on everything or would he want me to use what intellect I had and argue every point. Fight every opinion. Defend every one of my positions with passion.
Everything I know about God leads me to believe that He doesn’t exist. Everything I have been told about God leads me to believe that if He does exist, then He is not the sort who would be prepared to sit and listen to me debate Life, the Universe and Everything. But if He does exist, then He knows that that’s what I’ll be doing.
Unless He takes away my free will, of course and then I’m just another version of Randle McMurphy and He’s Nurse Ratched.