Bob, my question to you is: It appears that God does not interfere with free will (at least, that’s how it APPEARS, we really don’t know, do we?) Does He not because he cannot, will not, because it “breaks the mold” whereof creation is made, “invades” the laws He put into place? If He knows before hand what will occur; and if what will occur is horrendous, harmful, destructive; and He chooses not to intervene, does He co-create the awful event(s) or does He allow it because of the nature of Nature? I think this is the one thing that I struggle with the most. I am interested in your particular feedback.
I don’t know the answer to this any more than you do.
I don’t have formal training in philosophy, but from time to time I’ll go and read a bit about some philosopher or philosophical school.
I tend to rely on certain spiritual experiences for my insights, or some of them at least. I think I can claim to have had a certain number of spiritual experiences of one sort or another.
I’ll use a couple of them to try to get some sort of handle on “free will vs. predestination”.
I said earlier that my father appeared in my room the night he died, he started with an apology, we argued and conversed, and at the end he gave this terrifying scream and disappered.
I think he’s in hell. During our “conversation” (we could probably argue all night about how we communicated, since he no longer had a body with lungs, voice box, brain, tongue or any other physical means of doing so, but we talked anyway), at one stage he blurted out, “I always was doomed! I didn’t really have any choice!” I argued back (and I was an atheist at the time) saying “That can’t be right!” He replied, “Oh, it’s right all right. You can see that from here!” (From where he was standing, presumably in front of the judgemen seat).
Yet later in the same exchange, he admitted, “I was WILLING” ( to act in the deliberately cruel stupid way he did). When I related this story to my old pastor, including the comment my father made about being “doomed”, but without telling him the bit about being willing, the pastor commented, “I’d say he was willing.
Very willing.”
Now I used to drive a cab a couple of nights a week. Sometime in late 2005, I remember being in the same street in a suburb where my father died. He happened to die at Unit 1/7 (Unnamed) Street), Nundah. Since being in the street reminded me of his death and apparition, I prayed that if there was any truth about the apparition and some of the things he said, I asked for a “sign”. I got back this sense I ought to know better, but anyway I persevered.
Later that same night, or perhaps the next night I was driving, I pulled up at the Queen Street rank in Brisbane, which was where I usually waited for fares. Eventually a bloke came up, a bit the worse for a drink or two, hopped in the back, and simply said “Nundah!”
I asked him, “Whereabouts in Nundah?” He was a bit narky, but simply said, “Just drive. I’ll tell you where to go!” So off we went. And ended up at No. 6 (Unnamed Street), Nundah, at a house directly across the road from where my father died. I even said to the bloke, “Hmph! That’s where my father died.” He was a bit taken aback, but anyway.
As far as I’m concerned I got my “sign”. Now I had free will all night where I drove; traffic and traffic lights affected my whereabouts and timing. The other cabs queued up ahead and behind me at the rank. They were affected by traffic etc, the radio, other jobs and so on, and the bloke I picked up had free will when he’d leave the pub where he’d be drinking, and even if he wanted to hop into my particular cab.
Despite all this personal free will, the permutations of traffic, lights, radio jobs, other cabs etc. etc. God somehow directed this particular fare to my particular cab to give me my “sign”.
Do we have free will? We do, but God’s in charge. Does God therefore will suffering? I think He does. I don’t like it, but I find the claim that God wills that no one suffers doesn’t meet up with reality, as I’ve experienced it.
Now I could read tome after tome on philosophy if I wanted to. But I don’t think I’d get one inch closer to the reason for my father saying “I always was doomed! I didn’t really have any choice!” and “I was WILLING!” almost in the same breath. Or the way God brought a particular drunk to my particular cab to the address right across the road from where my father died, just to illustrate a point.
Or my three “double whammies” (like a breath going through you in waves from head to foot), which on each occasion were used to highlight something being said by a Bible group leader on one occasion, and my old pastor on the other two occasions. The only trouble was that I’ve calculated that in spatial terms I’d moved billions, and probably trillions, of miles from first to third occasion in purely astronomical spatial terms.
Yet God knew where to find me on each occasion; what was about to be said and how it had relevance to me personally", and how to get across the message in no uncertain terms on each occasion without one other person in the vicinity knowing about it. He remained completely hidden. I distinctly remember the first time looking around at everybody else to see what they were making of it, and they weren’t taking the slightest bit of notice. For the simple reason it hadn’t happened to them.
Then of course we’ve got Mr. Dawkins who thinks he’s going to put God in a test tube. Boy, what a twirp!