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Showing posts with label atheism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label atheism. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

WARBLERS AS PROOF OF GOD'S EXISTENCE

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I heard of a boy who was brought up as an atheist.
He changed his mind when he saw that there were a
hundred-odd species of warblers, each bedecked like to
the rainbow, and each performing yearly sundry thousands
of miles of migration about which scientists wrote wisely but
did not understand. 
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No "fortuitous concourse of elements" working blindly
through any number of millions of years could quite account
for why warblers are so beautiful.  No mechanistic theory, even
bolstered by mutations, has ever quite answered for the colors of the cerulean warbler, or the vespers of the wood thrush,
or the swansong, or - goose music.
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I dare say this boy's convictions would be harder to shake
than those of many inductive theologians.  There are yet many
boys to be born who, like Isaiah, "may see, and know, and
consider, and understand together, that the hand of the Lord
hath done this."  But where shall they see, and know,
and consider?  In museums?
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Aldo Leopold (1887-1948)
American Author, Scientist, Environmentalist
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St. Francis Preaches to the Birds
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Father Francis and his companions were making a trip through the Spoleto Valley near the town of Bevagna. Suddenly, Francis spotted a great number of birds of all varieties. There were doves, crows and all sorts of birds. Swept up in the moment, Francis left his friends in the road and ran after the birds, who patiently waited for him. He greeted them in his usual way, expecting them to scurry off into the air as he spoke. But they moved not.


Filled with awe, he asked them if they would stay awhile and listen to the Word of God. He said to them: “My brother and sister birds, you should praise your Creator and always love him: He gave you feathers for clothes, wings to fly and all other things that you need. It is God who made you noble among all creatures, making your home in thin, pure air. Without sowing or reaping, you receive God’s guidance and protection.”


At this the birds began to spread their wings, stretch their necks and gaze at Francis, rejoicing and praising God in a wonderful way according to their nature. Francis then walked right through the middle of them, turned around and came back, touching their heads and bodies with his tunic.
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Then he gave them his blessing, making the sign of the cross over them. At that they flew off and Francis, rejoicing and giving thanks to God, went on his way.


Later, Francis wondered aloud to his companions why he had never preached to birds before. And from that day on, Francis made it his habit to solicitously invoke all birds, all animals and reptiles to praise and love their Creator. And many times during Francis’ life there were remarkable events of Francis speaking to the animals. There was even a time when St. Francis quieted a flock of noisy birds that were interrupting a religious ceremony! Much to the wonder of all present, the birds remained quiet until Francis’ sermon was complete.
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From http://www.americancatholic.org/
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Wednesday, September 14, 2011

FREUD AND GOD - PSYCHOBABBLE AND FAITH

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From A HISTORY OF GOD
The 4000-Year Quest of Judaism,
Christianity, and Islam
by Karen Armstrong
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Sigmund Freud (1856-1939) certainly regarded belief in God
as an illusion that mature men and women should lay aside.  The idea of God was not a lie but a device of the unconscious which needed to be decoded by psychology.  A personal God was nothing more than an exalted father-figure: desire for such a deity sprang from infantile yearnings for a powerful, protective father, for justice and fairness and for life to go on forever.  God is simply a projection of these desires, feared and worshipped by human beings out of an abiding sense of helplessness.  Religion belonged to the infancy of the human race; it had been a necessary stage in the transition from childhood to maturity.
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  It had promoted ethical values which were essential to society.  Now that humanity had come of age, however, it should be left behind.  Science, the new logos, could take God's place.  It could provide a new basis for morality, and help us to face our fears.  Freud was emphatic about his faith in science, which seemed almost religious in its intensity:  "No, our science is not an illusion!  An illusion it would be to suppose that what science cannot give we can get elsewhere."
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Not all psychoanalysts agreed with Freud's view of God.
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Alfred Adler (1870-1937) allowed that God was a projection
but believed that it had been helpful to humanity; it had been a brilliant and effective symbol of excellence. 
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C.G Jung's (1875-1961) God was similar to the God of the mystics, a psychological truth, subjectively experienced by each individual.  When asked by John Freeman in the famous Face to Face interview whether he believed in God, Jung replied emphatically:  "I do not have to believe.  I know!"  Jung's continued faith suggests that a subjective God, mysteriously identified with the ground of being in the depths of the self, can survive psychoanalytic science in a way that a more personal, anthropomorphic deity who can indeed encourage perpetual immaturity may not.
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Like many other Western people, Freud seemed unaware of this internalized, subjective God.  Nevertheless he made a valid and perceptive point when he insisted that it would be dangerous to attempt to abolish religion.  People must outgrow God in their own good time: to force them into atheism or secularism before they were ready could lead to an unhealthy denial and repression.  We have seen that iconoclasm can spring from a buried anxiety and projection of our own fears onto the "other."  Some of the atheists who wanted to abolish God certainly showed signs of strain.  Thus, despite his advocacy of a compassionate ethic, Schopenhauer could not cope with human beings and became a recluse who communicated only with his poodle, Atman.
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Nietzsche was a tender-hearted, lonely man, plagued by ill health, who was very different from his Superman.  Eventually, he went mad.
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He did not abandon God joyously, as the ecstasy of his prose might lead us to imagine.  In a poem delivered "after much trembling, quivering, and self-contortion," he makes Zarathustra plead with God to return:
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No!  come back,
With all your torments!
Oh come back
To the last of all solitaries!
All the streams of my tears
Run their course for you!
And the last flame of my heart -
It burns up to you!
Oh come back
My unknown God!  My pain!  my last - happiness.
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Like Hegel's, Nietzsche's theories were used by a later generation of Germans to justify the polices of National Socialism, a reminder that an atheistic ideology can lead to just as cruel a crusading ethic as the idea of "God."
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Saturday, July 16, 2011

ATHEISTS DON'T HAVE NO SONGS

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Christians have their hymns and pages,
Hava Nagila’s for the Jews,
Baptists have the rock of ages,
Atheists just sing the blues.

Romantics play Claire de Lune,
Born agains sing He is risen,
But no one ever wrote a tune,
For godless existentialism.

For Atheists,
There’s no good news,
They’ll never sing a song of faith.

For atheists,
They have a rule,
The “he” is always lowercase.
The “he” is always lowercase.

Some folks sing a Bach cantata,
Lutherans get Christmas trees,
Atheist songs add up to nada,
But they do have Sundays free.

Pentecostalists sing they sing to heaven,
Coptics have the books of scrolls,
Numerologists can count to seven,
Atheists have rock and roll.

For Atheists,
There’s no good news,
They’ll never sing a song of Faith.

In their songs,
They have a rule,
The “he” is always lowercase.
The “he” is always lowercase.

Christians have their hymns and pages,
Hava Nagila’s for the Jews,
Baptists have the rock of ages,
Atheists just sing the blues.
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Catholics dress up for Mass,
And listen to, Gregorian chants.
Atheists just take a pass,
Watch football in their underpants.
Watch football in their underpants.

Atheists, Atheists, Atheists,
Don’t have no songs!
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Steve Martin
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