Always loved the old Dennis Miller line... nobody ever finds Jesus on prom night. It's only after they've fucked up so bad nobody else will talk to them.
I'm not an atheist or anti religion, it's just my own beliefs (guesses) on the universe are a little more complicated than all this. I can't believe that you pop out of nowhere, you're here for what amounts to a split second, and if you're really good, or at least at the last moment you say you're sorry, you get to go to paradise forever.
If the lord is going to forgive him or accept him, send him to the next step or back to the very beginning, it isn't because he sat in a jail cell for 60 years first.
Obviously it’s quite a bit more difficult than that or everyone would take that deal. Reasoning your way to faith is the longest and most difficult road, because in order to start you have to start studying the Bible without the Holy Spirit, and that really only happens when people read it trying to disprove it. Many or most of them end up believing, but Calvinist or Wesleyan, no theologian believes you achieve faith on your own or in your singular mind. Without the connection to the Devine (Christians call it The Holy Spirit) it’s very easy to dismiss it. I know I did for the first part of my life. Maybe you will find your way to faith, and maybe you won’t and the universe will never have any meaning. Solomon agreed with you…dust in the wind.
One thing I agree upon with atheists is that in death there is a total nothingness. You believe you won’t be aware of that nothingness, and I believe you will be. Being apart from God and cut off from the Holy Spirit is the only Biblical definition of Hell. The rest is hyperbole.
I watched Ericka Kirk last night on Newsmax. She is obviously still in the throes of incredible grief. She seemed defiant and resolved in her brokenness. If was hard to watch but beautiful, simultaneously horrible and lovely.
I have split and stacked a lot of firewood since yesterday morning. Listened to old messages from RC Sproul and prayed mostly. The thoughts of the children attempting to make sense of why daddy isn’t home…boy that is profound.
I thought a lot about how Tyler’s father must feel. I don’t like those thoughts but I open to them to put some/any humanity back on that side of the tragedy. The boy seems to have come from a normal home. His dad especially must be now pouring over every moment of the way he reared his son looking for some reason. I know this because I too am a dad and I too had a time where I wanted a reason for my kids rebellion.
Colleges are an indoctrination camp. Infiltrated by a relentless long game of ideological collectivists and then like cancer moving into healthy tissue. As a society we need to reevaluate what we tolerate. I am not sure how to do this but allowing cancer to plan and scheme under the guise of education of the most moldable of us seems ridiculous.
Before he murdered Charlie and stole a husband, father, and a great American patriot, someone stole this father’s most cherished person in the world, making this crime doubly sad, and cementing the spiritual warfare aspect of this shot show.
