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allenirvan
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Your words are beautiful, humble, honest, and enriching. Thank YouI’ve gone over most of the thread. It’s fascinating and thought provoking. Challenging and revealing. You learn the substance of each character and we play our parts.
It’s a strange thing, being confronted with a mirror [held by AntiTheist]. The mirror is impersonal and without subjection. It demands truth and it refuses to bend. We adorn the glass with our favorite sayings, our favorite pictures and our favorite arguments. We fog it up with our breath and we utter and proclaim, “I see clearly now.” And then AntiTheist comes, strips the mirror of all our flair and says, “Who are you and why do you believe what you do?” There is no room for emotion. It demands evidence and it presents the truth of ourselves…
It reminds me of reading the Bible, or any book of profound wisdom. Any book listing “virtues” and their characteristics. When I read I am humbled. I am rebuked. I am put in my place. For all present a standard which I routinely and regularly fail to live up to.
Presented in the Bible is a man named Jesus. This book, written 2,000 years ago, claims that this man is the Son of God; God, the creator of all this is seen and unseen. This man challenges everybody with a standard, a perfect love, and then proceeds to live up to it. He dies on a cross. In innocence. For me.
When I read I am asked the question, “Who are you. What do you believe?”
I am a simple man. I am young and ignorant. I do not presume to hold any rational explanation of why I believe in God. In all honesty, it was a series of “coincidences” which provoked an emotional response and made me look for help. And I believe I found it in Jesus.
Your mirror stares at me without mercy. It cries out, “You admit it! Your faith is not based on any empirical evidence, or anything substantial. You read a book and found some ‘truth’!”
And I must stare back. I see myself. And I see in the reflection everything in my past. All my rationalism and my questions and my debates and my refusal to believe in anything bigger than myself.
I can only smile. And I must brush the mirror to my side. It’s in my way.
This is the truth. I don’t know why I believe. And I know I barely believe. My actions are evidence of that. But it is a good thing. I will not say that it is better than anything else. I am not qualified to say that. I am no judge. I am simple and I am young. I do not understand much. But I do know that I fall short of that “beatific vision”. And that somewhere deep inside of me, I want to reach it.