Madame M, on Feb 6 2008, 05:33 PM, said:
Cooligan, on Feb 6 2008, 02:58 PM, said:
Do you think humans are born with a natural inclination to enjoy their surroundings, or is nature really something special? Are some of you disappointed that nature isn't more beautiful?
Then what happened with the deserts, did god get bored. I absolutely detest the desert. I find it hot, ugly, dry and dull. So therefore, since I find no appreciation of the desert, god must no exist. Yet again, I think the ocean is marvelous even though it has the sand factor, so there must be a god. I don't know quite what you are asking, are you saying that the way nature looks and our ability to appreciate beauty proves there is a god? I can't ever remember looking around at a beautiful view and thinking, "wow there must be a god because this is awesome." Not even when I was a christian.
I've never seen a moutain or desert. I've lived all my life in a very fertile area of the country where the wild takes over any abandoned site in short order. Depending on the time of year and conditions, only a matter of weeks is required for the first greenery to appear. You can imagine what cultivated gardens and parks look like. Or conservation areas left to thrive at the natural pace.
Whenever I asked my mother how we know God is real she would insist all we have to do is look at nature. I did. I loved nature. I did not understand evolution and I assumed it's horrible and evil and ugly because that was all I ever heard. But never in my deepest heart of hearts could I convince myself that the natural beauty with which I found myself surrounded either in the lush green of spring or golden blue and white of winter that God was the reason for its existence.
This was in the 60s and 70s before powerfull electrical lights dimmed the stars out where we lived and I could see the stars in all their glory--what I could see with my very low vision. I loved the stars on a dark moonless night. I loved the naturally lighted moonlit nights just as much. I loved all the different moods and types of weather and seasons. But God wasn't in any of it. God just wasn't.
I went to church and learned all the right feelings that go along with the sermons, the singing, the prayers. I learned the Bible and other religious literature. But God did not manifest himself. The feelings did not bring God. Finally I read a book that told me the feelings were God.
Wow.
If that was true then I had known God for a very long time. But nobody had ever told me that God was a feeling. Somehow, it didn't really stick. Wasn't God supposed to be a literal Being who did things like smite the Egyptians' first-born of children and animals so they would let the Israelites go? Didn't he do material stuff for them like give bread in the wilderness and send hornets to drive their enemies out of the Promised Land?
And even in my own life, wasn't he supposedly responsible for stuff like making sure I saw that car zipping around the corner before I crossed the street? My mother said so. She was always saying "A higher hand must have been watching out for us." Or "This could not have been the doing of humans" when there was a fortunate coincidence. I made it my business to figure out whether or not she was correct about coincidences, but my point here is that she was talking about material real-life stuff--not just some mystical feeling.
Whether leading the Israelites out of Egypt or looking out for people today, or demanding the sacrifice of his own son, this God was more than a mystical feeling. And the beauties of nature somehow didn't cut it as evidence of his existence. Not that I ever thought it out in logical sequence like this but I "knew" that nature wasn't the evidence I needed.
Here is the story of that test. My younger siblings came home from school with a new song they had learned:
Some people say there is no God up in the heavens
They say he did not send his son for us to die
They mock his name and to their shame they live without him
But I believe in God and I can tell you why.
That's the first verse. I held my breath. Here was someone who could tell me why they believed in god! Oh how I longed for evidence! How I clung to every word of the chorus for dear life as they sung it out:
His hand created all the stars that light the heavens
His tender touch brought forth the beauty of the rose
His love so free he gave to us that's why I praise him
My God is real--is real to me all heaven knows.
My heart was crushed in bitter, bitter disappointment. I was devasted. Another broken promise. My siblings told me there were more verses. They would get them in the following weeks when the music teacher came again. I waited in suspence, not daring to tell anyone the intensity of my longing for an answer. Such deep, deep doubt about God's existence was simply not permissible. I had to bear it all alone, keep it all inside. And I pretended there was nothing wrong.
Time passed and they brought home the rest of the song. The other verses were more of the same. Just proclamations of God making the beauties of nature and the stupidity of anyone not believing it. Promise of explanation left devastatingly void and empty.
Cooligan, I hope you understand by this story, along with everyone else's posts, that your argument carries absolutely no weight and no water.
Also, it is quite evident by your repeated questions to Grandpa Harley (after he fully and completely answered every last one of your questions) that you intend to keep after us till you trip and trap us in our words and get a confession out of us that yes God does exist because just look at his wonderful creation. Cooligan, get this straight, that won't happen. You'll get ripped to shreds and eaten alive before that happens.