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LilyM
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Funny. I help other people because I respect them as humans, believing them to be made in the image of God. It’s not any negative compulsion, or fear of hell, that makes me do so.The thought had crossed my mind before I posted so I tried to come across as non-aggressive as possible in my wording, as I’m genuinely interested in having a rational debate with people about their beliefs, and thankyou for your reply
Personal choice on the matter is almost irrelevant, as He either exists or not and I’ll find out when I die. Or not as the case may be.
If I arrive at the gates of heaven when I die, I’ll hold my hands up and say I was wrong and beg forgiveness and open my heart to the glory of the lord. Or Buddha. Or Muhammad. Or maybe Bragi in Valhalla.
Because I don’t know what happens when I die, and nobody does because there’s no proof of life after death, I’ll be fine with the idea of oblivion. I’m made of matter and will become nothing when I die which is the most plausable explanation for this flimsy shell of flesh and bone.
My life is my life to lead as I see fit without having to worry about what God thinks.
I do good deeds not because it’s the Christian way that God teaches; I do it because it’ll benefit the person I help. The warm glow I get is a bonus!
I don’t murder people or steal just because it’s forbidden by God in the Ten Commandments: I don’t do them because I respect other people and wouldn’t want it happening to me or the people I know.
I didn’t thank God when I survived a nasty car accident without a scratch, I thanked my airbags and Herculean strength on the steering wheel. Nor would I thank him if my numbers came up on the national lottery; I picked some numbers by chance and got lucky.
God doesn’t come into any of my decision making.
I feel personally that makes me a “better” person for want of a better word, because I do it for the good of other people rather than the threat of going to hell.
So would I rather God existed?
I’d have to say no. It would take away the magic of life by thinking something supernatural was throwing good things in my direction. It would take away my sense of personal achievement because God would have made it happen. It would also make me angry that something supernatural made bad things happen to me and the people I know.
As for the sun incident, I wish I’d have seen it. As it stands, it was an unexplainable phenomenon, and more importantly, if God really did it “so that all may believe”, He could have said it to more than three children. If He really wanted all to believe, He’d do it now.
And you think no Christian ever got a warm fuzzy glow from helping others? Heck, I get the double warm fuzzies - I help my fellow man AND I please my God at the same time. Can’t get warmer and fuzzier than that.