Unless I'm in or at a formal debate between Christian apologists and atheists I offer my beliefs and their reasons but don't feel (or get) called on to provide scientific proof of any facet of the Christian tenets in which I park my trust.
I understand that such discussions will inevitably arise here but surely there can be times when believers don't have to be called up to the front of the class just for catching the eye of teacher.
It's about belief. Not (necessarily) known fact. In fact, the Bible says not to test God or ask for proof. It's all about faith. Faith is "...the substance of things hoped for" (Hebrews 11:1 KVJ).
So, as Christians we have belief, faith, hope.
That's the way I learned it, anyway.
Scriptures re BELIEF:
“Now the God of HOPE fill you with all joy and peace in BELIEVING, that ye may abound in HOPE, through the power of the Holy Ghost.”
Romans 15:13 (KJV)
“By whom also we have access by FAITH into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in HOPE of the glory of God.”
Romans 5:2 (KJV)
“…be ready always to give an ANSWER to every man that asketh you a reason of the HOPE that is in you…”
1 Peter 3:15
(NB: This is not a REASON as in FACT but rather an answer for the HOPE - that is, the reason we believe, and/or hope, and/or have faith).
Definitions of BELIEF:
- A feeling of being sure that someone or something exists or that something is true
- Something believed; especially a tenet or body of tenets held by a group
(Merriam-Webster online dictionary)
- An acceptance that something exists or is true, especially one without proof: ‘his belief in extraterrestrial life’
- Something one accepts as true or real; a firmly held opinion
- A religious conviction; ‘Christian beliefs’
(Oxford Dictionaries online)
This is a beautiful thread, posted by Twinker, where people share their “beliefs”, while respecting those of others (by not clamouring for something more than each poster has already written).
http://exmormon.org/phorum/read.php?2,1516606,1516606#msg-1516606Of course, it’s a thread about grief, so people have been naturally respectful, which is always appreciated by the posters most closely affected. Because of the subject matter, I did not take excerpts from these posts in order to give an example or make a point. It doesn’t feel right to use people’s thoughts and feelings that way for a purpose different from the intended one.
But I wanted to offer the thread as an example of another way of exchanging ideas and thoughts that is quiet enough to perhaps pass by largely unnoticed. But maybe you will see how meaningful these types of threads/posts can be to a large body of RfM posters, sharing common experiences of life, as we do, no matter our "beliefs". In fact, the grief thread illustrates how we can take comfort (recovery?) from others despite not believing the same way.
Sometimes it’s therapeutic to say what you feel or think or believe without getting pounced on. Hopefully, not every thread or encounter has to be a debate. I, for one, get so tired...
On that same thread Twinker also posted these thoughts of Ann Druyan, wife of Carl Sagan, astrophysicist:
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me - it still sometimes happens - and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions.
"The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don't ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous - not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance. . . . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind. . . . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time. . . .
"That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful. . . . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don't think I'll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”
―Ann Druyan
It’s relaxing and therapeutic for me to read such thoughts by various people, including here from our RfM family, whether they reflect my own beliefs or not. Surely, whatever you “believe”, the thought that a loving couple “…found each other in the cosmos” is beautiful. And finding each other in “the vastness of space and the immensity of time” is sheer poetry to my ears and heart. Especially as I’ve often thought that space is too vast and time so immense that my (presumed) beloved and I have missed being “beneficiaries of chance”. But that indeed is a story for another day and so at this time peripheral to my points about belief and hope and tolerance and love.
There is a poem that I knew as a teen that I have never been able to find again (obviously I don't recall the title or author). One of the lines was "little children, you were never made to scratch each other's eyes". I have always remembered that and it fits in with my personal philosophy (on most days).
Pardon my sentimentality if you can. I watched an exceedingly sad TV drama last night that included flashbacks to WWII. I am still not over the resultant melancholy. And yet I wouldn’t have missed it. The exceptionally attractive male lead put in a most noteworthy performance. (Again, another peripheral detour).
So I’ll finish up now.
But, you know what I’m saying. I BELIEVE so. I HOPE so. But I don’t KNOW so.
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