The Benson study of intercessory prayer at Harvard University settled the matter beyond a reason of a doubt. If you can’t wish for a miracle, nor be able to ask God for a miracle, then what good is a miracle?
Like Professor Daniel C. Dennett I agree that anyone who still affirms a belief in miracles needs to give a really really really good explanation. (Emphasis on the reallys is mine)
With no prayer there can be no miracle, unless God is omniscient, knowing all, and then a whole slew of logical problems arise. For example, if God knew everything, this would make his knowing that humanity would sin sort of creepy, since he allowed it, at any rate, it would be total theocracy and submission to a being which framed us into committing the worse possible crime against him and then chose to punish us for it (which he already knew he was going to do—which makes it premeditated). A bit capricious and cruel if you ask me.
So to know the mind of a sinner and be an all loving being but not have the power to forgive them is a contradiction. Christians will often say, but he chose to sacrifice his own son and redeem us! Christ is our salvation, they will plead. And this shows the limit of their imaginations, because if God was *all knowing and *all powerful and this was the absolute best he could think of, then logically speaking, this makes God *all incompetent as well.
To save someone else’s life (vicariously) by sacrificing one’s own son in a ritualistic blood sacrifice is nonsensical. How does this exactly atone for our sins? Instead, if Christ was divine, and chose to masturbate in a symbolic ritualistic way (not that much better and spilling blood) wouldn’t this suffice? I mean, if God was *all powerful, and this was the best way to save our immortal souls, would he not have chosen this means of symbolic masturbation instead? See, the idea of a blood sacrifice IS that disturbing and grotesquely ludicrous, not to mention, inadequate for a God who supposedly has the power to will any alternative into existence. A blood sacrifice seems rather primitive and Bronze aged if you ask me. In fact, if you think about it, it’s just plain stupid. Sort of like a masturbating Christ.
Indeed, no amount of celestial glowing techniques will do away with the inherent contradictions of the story. But just ignore them, why not, it’s certainly easier to just go along with the larger themes, because these are what really matter; unless of course, they seem so incredible, so utterly unbelievable, and so ultimately irrational in such a magnitude as to cause the story to lose its significance and be totally ridiculous.
I’m sure God has better things to do, such as stopping the universe (he apparently designed) from imploding and self destructing. But oh well, let’s ignore the science, since it seems as though he was a crackpot designer anyway, since he designed the universe in just such a way as to make it seem that he does not exist! That or somebody fell asleep behind the wheel again.
I mean seriously, after getting out a few blasphemies I guess I’ll go play with my useless nipples (thanks God for them, they’re great! But what on God’s green earth are they for? On women, yes! Love it, wouldn’t change a thing! They serve a purpose. On me… really? Is it an aesthetic thing? This design thing baffles me. Strange though that the whole intelligent design thing is predicated on the necessity of purpose in nature, that obviously specific and purposeful traits then act as proof of having been designed to fulfill a specific purpose, all except for my man-nipples that is. So maybe design doesn’t need a purpose? But then doesn’t this negate the argument in the first place? Has anyone even seriously thought about this? I mean, come on! I think I’ll stick with the theory of evolution, at least it doesn’t cause me any cognitive discord).
So thanks for reading, and I apologize if I had any spelling errors (I know powerskull isn’t even a word). In fact, I apologize on God’s behalf, since he made my eyes very poorly… and they seem to be getting worse. Spelling errors are inevitable! But God already knew that… in true Orwellian fashion… he knows everything. He’s watching you!
Also, I think I might be getting a kidney stone. Some design!
But at least the space time continuum is stable! (For now)