So I think I can paraphrase your point here as follows (tell me if I’m wrong - I’m not trying to set up a straw man or anything - I’m putting the argument in my own words to make sure I understand it): ‘Loads of cool dudes have believed. They didn’t need evidence. Maybe they were right. By demanding evidence you are (unreasonably?) restricting reality to what you can sense.’ To which I say, 'OK then, I’m open to persuasion. I’d like to believe in the existence of a bigger reality. In fact, as far as I know, there could well be huge areas of reality beyond sensory experience. Hit me with it. But not everything I can imagine corresponds to reality. So, how do I know what’s really out there? Maybe the believer dudes can show me what is real and what is illusion."
Can you?
Alec
evolutionpages.com
Can a dudette quietly sneak in a couple of historical ideas? Even a few hysterical ones?
Came across an interesting statement in the
Catechism of the Catholic Church, Second Edition, Paragraph 28. “These forms of religious expression [referring to that of humans since the dawn of history] despite the ambiguities they often bring with them, are so universal that one may well call man a
religious being:” To those expressions, I would add myths and fables describing something that has being but not the same as themselves.
When I think of a person as a
religious being, I think of a person extremely curious about life and how all of it began. A person who senses order in the universe and a need for an orderly way of living with others. A person who senses a higher being. Many of the stories handed down from ancient peoples are collections of explanations of that “something higher that has being” but is not the same as a human person. It is that awareness of something immaterial or spiritual which distinguishes a religious being.
The religious sense is when awareness becomes respect. And respect desires communication. Ah, one says. You are talking about pagans inventing all kinds of gods to suit their purposes. True. But one needs to remember that just because some migrating relatives chose to discard teachings passed down from original parents, there were still those who repeated the stories verbatim about One God. Furthermore, my meandering post is not necessarily a proof of God’ existence; rather it is a proof of humans’ innate ability to be aware of the spiritual and to seek its meaning. And yes, this innate ability, inherited in human nature which can go beyond the natural has continued through the centuries so that it is currently found in you and me.
While it is good to be open to persuasion that there does exist a bigger reality, what is basic is that human beings can recognize that the spiritual exists somehow. The fact that people hold different ideas about the source of our ability to know the immaterial or spiritual is not important at the moment. What is important is that the ability exists as part of our human nature.
What good would it be to have the best possible, most realistic, absolutely marvelous proof for God’s existence if human nature had no awareness of the spiritual?
Now there is that pesky ending to your post – “But not everything I can imagine corresponds to reality. So, how do I know what’s really out there? Maybe the believer dudes can show me what is real and what is an illusion.” Well, I am not sure I can meet your requirements for a good answer.
It seems to me that in order to know real from illusion, one has to go beyond awareness and respect for a spiritual being and seek communication with God Himself. I don’t mean to imply that one will get a lightening quick response. I am trying to say that in order to find a real God, one has to put one’s own foot in front of the other and get the old anatomy moving. I wouldn’t go so far as to say get down on your knees, well maybe you could.
What I want to say is that in some way we need to prove to ourselves that we are in earnest about finding God, not proving that He exists, but knowing His reality. It is when we actively seek God, that He finds us.
Blessings,
granny
The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be?”
from the poem “
Christmas” by George Herbert