There was no evidence of any god. There is evidence he fell into a coma, there is evidence his family prayed for him, there is evidence he recovered from his coma, and there is evidence that members of his family assigned his recovery to a god.
Just because someone says “it was god” does not make it true. For the same reason you do not believe that Eric the Purple Toaster is divine just because SodaAnt says so, one should not believe in a god just because someone says it.
Truth, just like the laws of physics is universal. It applies everywhere. There is no set of “truths” for one group, and one set of “truths” for another.
Hmmmm… … Let’s see if I’m understanding this correctly. Because I would truly hate to get the wrong impression about your loving God and its “Divine Kindness.”
So, your God ALLOWS one young man to fall victim to a heat stroke. This puts the young man in a coma to the point of leading doctors to believe he is beyond saving. The young man’s family, naturally, is distraught and suffering over a period of several days/weeks with having to make the agonizing decision to “pull the plug” on their loved one. (Your loving God is watching the entire time, by the way.) So under a tremendous load of grief, the family finally gives the doc the greenlight to pull the plug. And THAT is when your God steps in to perform his MIRACLE and save the day! AND, of course, God takes the opportunity to bask in the shower of praise and thanks being delivered to him, along with all the press coverage talking about how wonderful he is. Granted, God could have easily prevented the young man’s heat stroke completely. Sure. But not nearly as many people would have thanked him and praised him for THAT. (You have to admit, God certainly does have a good PR team.)
Meanwhile, a long time ago… in a land far, far away…
An innocent infant child is nestled in the crib, cooing and drooling and dreaming of whatever innocent babies dream, when daddy does something that displeases the same God that “saved” the young man. Obviously, that daddy deserves to be punished. Therefore, that all-knowing, all-loving, and ALL-POWERFUL God immediately inflicts the innocent baby with a severe illness. God then sits back and watches the daddy (and mommy) grieving, and listens to their heart-wrenching pleas as they beg him to take the illness from their innocent infant child. However, your all-loving God with its “Divine Kindness” simply allows the child to suffer miserably, until it finally dies on the seventh day. Yessir! THAT will certainly teach that stupid daddy to never again piss of your all-benevolent God!
Hmmm… … Okay. So. Here are my conclusions:
Your God loves taking credit for “solving” the problems HE caused/allowed, and he thoroughly enjoys the publicity he gets from doing so.
Your All-loving God with its “Divine Kindness” is a practitioner of Tough Love, especially when innocent children can be used a tools against the adults that did wrong.
(* Uh, by the way, since I do not expect any type of reasonable response from Tia, I was hoping somebody (anybody) could help me determine if my conclusions are accurate or not. Thanks.*)
You don’t have to be. You.can be whatever you want to be. The world is your oyster.
It is true for them.
At any rate, science, doctor efficacy, timing, none of it has to be eliminated for those people to be thankful to God for a life being saved. All those factors still remain. Only increased happiness is achieved.
Of course, I have already explained how I feel about all the varied experienced perceptions of truth. And I’ve found other versions of this poem. But I like this one. I don’t have to be a Mormon to agree with it.
It is a day for rejoicing; it’s all up for the taking @Tin-Man! Forget about focusing on your strengths. Your bag is today and you’re free. You don’t know what’s out there, but reach out for it like a mad man and take the whole universe in your arms!
Right, that does it. My towel is now thrown in, too.
I reject your interpretation of this moronic fable. It is a comforting children’s story that teaches us that we must examine all aspects of an issue or object. You interpret it as “he believes it is a snake, thus it is so”. “He believes it to be a tree”, thus is it so, and so on and so on.
On the contrary, as the poem finalizes, “and so these men of indus-stan disputed loud and long.
Each in his own opinion, exceeding stiff and strong.
Though each was partly in the right.
And all were in the wrong.
That someone could make a judgement based on one aspect of truth.
And apply it to the whole, seems absurd
Or even unbelievable.”
I believe we all have a portion of personal truth to share with each other. None of our pieces are complete truth. When we all can accept the personal truths of others as a part of the great mystery of life, death and beyond that eventually we will all find exactly what we have all been looking for.
As I said, the efficacy of the doctors, the equipment, the timing, the science–none of those things are lost or underappreciated by being thankful. Gratitude just increases the joy.
I am thinking of Ignaz Semmelweiz when I think of incomplete truth. In his day, he was an idiot, an insane man, and unprofessional for believing in an unseen pathogen being passed by his physician colleagues to their female patients.
Ripe for the plucking. tRump is still president and JFK is returning from the dead! The earth is flat! Blacks are meant to be slaves! Women should keep their legs closed! Reptilians rule the world!
Having a system to believe in as many things that are “as close to WHAT IS TRUE as humanly possible” is my preference.
I can fly!!! Jumps off 10 story building…
Fuck! Jesus fuckin’Christ!
Irrational beliefs and illogic thinking hasn’t done a goddamn fucking thing for humanity. Now, go take a hit of hopeium.
At work I regularly enter a room that contains millions of dollars of cash, much of it sitting arms reach away on a table. I assure you; if I was to even hint that reality works the way you regularly suggest it does: they would have security walk me out of the building, then fire me.
Here seems to be the crux of the situation, from my perspective:
Some theists, like you, seem to be under the impression that following a comfortable belief system, that happens to be a lie when pitted against the reality of the world in which we live, is preferrable to the uncomfortable truth that no god exists.
Much like cultists are slaves to their leaders, theists are shackled to a mythology their emotions will not allow them shake off with reason. The more you are informed of the reality that your belief system makes zero sense in an obviously secular world, you seem to grab hold of your those chains binding you to a fallible faith while insisting that your state of being where you are is perfectly fine. It makes no sense in the grand scheme of life, but I also understand that in the end each individual must alone come to terms of either continuing to ignore reality by remaining in the religious delusion or break free from restraints that have become entirely too comfortable.
Yes! Yes! I now see the LIGHT! Now I can finally be the deplorable dipshit fuck I have always yearned to be! All these years, though, I was waiting for Tia to come along and give me her blessings and permission! I just didn’t know it at the time. But thank GOD for Tia, who came here as her God’s special messenger to deliver me from my self-imposed constraints and personal integrity that prevented me from exploring my FULL diabolical potential! Thank you, Tia! Thank you! Your personal connection to your loving God has been the answer to the prayers I never made!.. … (Hmmmm… Now, where the hell is that room with all those millions of dollars?)
Ad Populum fallacy; There you go again making inane assumptions. (Half the population of the world may not even own pants to put a leg in.) Life to you is just one big clichet isn’t it? Even when you are trying to be funny, you give yourself away. You are not a human being but a veneer, replica, of a holographic immage that was taken from a poetic description of a human being. You just don’t get it, do you? I feel genuinly sad for you.
. Don’t give a thought to your needs 
… Let’s see if I’m understanding this correctly. Because I would truly hate to get the wrong impression about your loving God and its “Divine Kindness.”