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Originally Posted by White Rabiit And if God is not real that why would I have gotten better? Dont try telling me that it was all in my head because for a period of time that is what I believed and thing were not getting better and I was not becoming any happier. I am also curious as to why after being told this many times you still believe its crap?
And as to stealthies post I am going to assume its a joke |
Only person in every twenty cases of pneumonia dies of it, and that's mostly accounted for by the elderly. We have some pretty nice recovery systems. Perhaps you have a little of the cause and effect mixed up. While you were likely to recover anyways, the sickness served the purpose of making you examine yourself. Whether that's looking at the bright side, or the bright side having made the sight is debatable, though mostly fruitless.
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Originally Posted by White Rabiit "Obviously you don't believe in a human's ability to get better" Yes I do
"You got better because if we didn't we would all die of diseases" I cant argue that
"Our bodies are designed to fight infections" sometimes medicine helps and in my case God helped
" And you can thank the doctor for helping you." I did help him for helping me even though I did not get better I thanked him because for all I know without him my condition may have worsened much quicker.
"I was depressed my whole life up until about a year ago. I let go of God, and my depression started to go away. That's just me" Same thing would have happened to Job but you dont believe that stupid little book
"And the reason I can't believe the story after it has been told over a million times, is because when something doesn't make sense to someone, they just give the credit to God. "God did it." That's just retarded." You see you have got it all wrong, I THOUGHT it made sense to me. I was sick and I though that soon enough I would get better but after a week of the docters telling me the same thing I was desperate for help and considering that I was going to florida for the holidays in 3 days I really needed extra help so I called on God and what a coincedince I started getting better. So dont say that I giving credit to God when he rightfully deserves it is retarded. |
Don't be dissin' on coincidence (directed to the challenger, not defendant). Just yesterday, when I was working on my MIT CD that I'm planning on helping me get accepted, I stupidly did a lot of work without saving, and then did a command in Flash that caused the program to stop responding. I had broken apart a tremendous text block, which breaks it into letters, and then into shaded regions. Generally, when Flash freezes like that, you have to stop the process and loose your data. After about 5 seconds, I realized that it wasn't too likely that it would recover, so I asked G_d to help me out. The instant I opened my eyes, it unlocked, displaying the broken up text. I undid it, since the purpose of doing it had been to try to avoid freezing. This could easily be coincidence, but the timing, along with several hundred similar events (okay, maybe 20, but still...).
The most impressive thing is the repeatability. I've posted my observations several times before. You cannot pray for something for the sake of proving the existence of G_d. I don't know why, possibly because you're lying to yourself about what you're doing.
Another example on that topic. At night a month or so ago, I questioned G_d about why all the evidence I have is circumstantial, and asked for something more concrete. I looked up to set my alarm clocks, but I only saw one. I looked on the floor for the smaller one, which often falls down. It wasn't there, so I looked back up, confused. I saw it right where it was supposed to have been. I know it must have been there before, but it wouldn't make any sense, since I would've almost touched it to set my other clock. It's grey, and sitting on wood, so it sticks out plenty. Silly perception. I mentally complained about it being something relatively easily explained by some psychological phenomena. He seems to have a soft spot for irony...