Originally Posted by john
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and maybe less of our own money to spend.
I agree. But its all a plan. It appears he has no clue. I think he knows exactly what he is doing. As Bush before him knew. Bush removes freedoms using his neocon agenda, and Obama with his socialisic views. We arrive at the same point. Less control over our own lives.
well.....i would like to stay home all day and play video games but it isn't very rewarding, as is not searching for the answer to you questions
were all going to die some day, so why bother living at all? (extreme example)
jeff none of what u say makes any sense, because i accept reality which is somethings are above our capability to understand, that all of a sudden makes me somebody who doesnt live? makes me a lazy video game player? Im not saying i dont want the answer, im saying you cant get the answer in this life. got it??????????????????????????? and if u think you got the answer then you are just fooling yourself. got it???????
Last edited by trippingthespeculatingpos; 04-07-2009 at 02:51 PM.
it is rewarding if you get past lvl3....sorry couldn't resist
Relmor,
I think it's ok to not have all the answers and to admit it and be at peace with that. I also believe that there are rewards in the spiritual world - if it is explored with an open heart. When I say "spiritual world", I don't mean religion. The problem is that many Christians have stopped seeking truth. They just point to the Bible and say that all of the answers are in there - they aren't.....
Let me give you a little history about my spiritual development....
My parents were "hippies" and drug addicts back in the 60's. My dad was a heroin addict and my mom was into speed. When I was real young we lived in hippie communes out in the desert in Arizona. Eventually my parents cleaned up and got wrapped up in the "jesus freak" movement of the '70's. A lot of hippies did. The "hippie" churches of the 70's were a lot more accepting and loving than the churches of today. I also lived in Christian communes with my parents at different times during the 70's.
My parents enrolled me in a small Christian school when I was in kindergarden. I attended that same small school for the most part through junior high. The teachers were very strict and I was taught that thinking about sex/masturbating was bad. The teachers were pretty mean and quite abusive. They would spank the hell out of you. The homework was unbearable - several hours of homework every night. The school hours were longer than public school too. I pretty much went to school and did homework all day until bed - no time for play, which was very damaging. The "Christian" kids I went to school with were very cruel and I was the victim of bullies all through my grade school years...
I believed the Christian teachings I was being taught and took it all very seriously. When I reached puberty, I felt so much guilt for even thinking about anything sexual - I would be praying for mercy from Jesus everyday. I took it all very literally and I remember riding the bus around town in the ghetto trying to save people's souls. I remember sitting next to this older black woman on the bus who was crying and trying to read her scriptures etc.. Looking back, that was probably the last thing she needed.
When I was in junior high we moved down to southern Mexico as missionaries. I remember going from grass hut to grass hut everyday handing out Bibles to the "people that needed saving". Something really profound happened to me down in Mexico at that time. It struck me that the people we were handing out Bibles too were closer to whatever God was than the people handing out the Bibles. These people had nothing, but they would offer you whatever they had. The other missionaries I lived with didn't have an ounce of the humility that these people had. In fact, the missionaries were a bunch of jerks that thought they were better than everyone. If they really cared about these people, **** spending money on the Bibles and the housing and feeding of the missionaries - spend some money to give these people some ****ing plumbing....
I started to question all of my beliefs and when I got back to the US, I started to question everything that I had been taught up to that point. I asked myself if I was even sure if there was even a God. I felt this fear and guilt for questioning God. I had seen so much evil done in the name of God. I couldn't believe that a loving God would send these people in the grass huts to a burning hell for eternity if they didn't accept "God into their heart". I prayed for answers and none came and then I listened to the silence. Eventually, I realized that I didn't need to have all of the answers and I still felt the same joy smiling at someone I passed on the street - and I didn't need to worry about saving them...
I remember the moment I got "saved".....
I remember it very clearly. I was a little kid sitting at bible school on a hot summer day back in the early 70's. I remember bowing my head and asking Jesus into my heart. They told me I would become "born again" and that I would feel different and that my heart would be filled with joy. I lifted up my head along with the other children and I felt the same. I went up to one of the Bible teachers and I told them that I must not have done it right, because I felt the same. They told me to pray again really hard. I bowed my head and squinted my little eyes as hard as I could and a remember saying over and over again "please, please Jesus come into my heart". I lifted up my head and I remember all of the salty sweat all over my face. I still felt the same and I was too embarrassed to tell the Bible teacher that nothing had changed. I asked one of the other kids if they felt different and they told me they felt great and that Jesus was in their heart. I was terrified and I thought that maybe I wasn't good enough for Jesus and that maybe Jesus didn't want to come into my heart. It was total hell and I was just a ****ing innocent little kid.......I was haunted by that for years.
I have experienced more generosity and love from non-Christians than Christians in my life......
You don't have to have a strict ideology to love. Look at all of the evil that has been done in the name of Jesus. Religion scares me.........love is more universal.
If there is a God, he sure as hell won't be reduced to one ideology...
I will continue part 2 later.......back to the market.
Last edited by Demian; 04-07-2009 at 03:07 PM.
He was wrong to say that about you. He doesnt know you. Im sure he was speaking more generally.
wow demian we both came to the same conclusion, its nice too see people out there who look at it like i do, bill maher's movie was a good thing too see, im somebody raised catholic and i still have to deal with my family's disproval everyday because i refuse to follow the family religion. but yeah demian said it so well i dont think i have to explain myself again heh, also go see religilous that explains it very well also.
yeah i know it was not personal, i was just making sure he understood where i was coming from.
i truely believe i have the answer......as it is what i have chosen to believe.....all i am saying is.....you have to believe in something, right? You can't know the "answer" of course.....so you are saying you would rather just see what happens then to explore the options
