Me too, it kind of sits better.I think I like divine intervention better. I don't assume any natural laws have been broken.
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Me too, it kind of sits better.I think I like divine intervention better. I don't assume any natural laws have been broken.
Wow, that seems miraculous. Of course if we entertain the possibility of miracles, we must ask why God is so stingy and arbitrary in their distribution. How many people die each year from suicide without any miraculous intervention from God? So it is almost better to imagine that God cannot perform miracles. But that does sound very miraculous to me.
So, if God doesn't stop everyone from committing suicide, then God is not allowed to stop anyone from committing suicide?
Not sure I see the logic here?
The same reason Cinderella's step mother is considered bad by most readers - parents should treat their children equally and not show favoritism.
It may not be about favoritism at all, and I doubt very much it is.
The answer or a possible answer may lay in the fact that no one knows their date of expiry,
We know when we are born and that,s about it.
If we are alloted each a certain number of Days, when those Days have passed, that,s it.
No amount of medicine, therapy, kind thoughts, helping hand is going to change anything.
A story to illustrate,
A woman gave birth to girl, the girl was adored by everyone, she was a true ray of sunshine to all around her.
When she had passed 5yrs old, she passed on/away.
Her mother was devistated, she storm the heavens with prayers,
"Why O why?"
God answered her prayers and said,
"If I had asked you, if you were willing to give birth to girl who would be a Sunbeam to all around her, but she would only live until she was five,
What would you have answered?"
The woman said,
"I would have answered, no, no way, not a chance"
God replied back,
"I know, that is why I did not ask you."
That's an interesting story. It reminds me of something I've realized lately. As an atheist, I feel peace and excitement about the idea that my existence is temporary and irrelevant. That is true freedom! I don't care that other people might have "better" lives than me, because I am defined by my life. I can't "improve" my life without changing who I am. There is no "me" outside my physical existence and temporary life.
Religions with an afterlife are for the birds. (Actually I like birds, so I would not punish them with that type of religion either.)
When I was Christian, I already thought that these were mostly just legends from ancient cultures. Oral history passed down to communicate certain messages about God.As easy as it might seem for some of us to believe that God really performed all these miracles for his ancient covenant people, I wonder if we are as willing to admit that God is still a God of miracles and that he is still more than willing to aid us and help us in our daily lives, as he was in days of old.
Who has not heard and is not familiar with famous stories in the Bible of how God is supporting and rescuing his people? I think about Moses and the House of Israel marching through the Red Sea on dry ground while the Pharaoh and his army are drowned; I think about David in his young years slaying the ginormous Goliath with only a slingshot and a few stones. I am brought back to think about Daniel who survived after being thrown into a den full of hungry lions. These and many other Bible stories are a beautiful narrative of God and his power and concern for his people, and most importantly, his willingness to perform miracles for those that love and honor him.
As easy as it might seem for some of us to believe that God really performed all these miracles for his ancient covenant people, I wonder if we are as willing to admit that God is still a God of miracles and that he is still more than willing to aid us and help us in our daily lives, as he was in days of old.
This week I have been pondering a lot about that. How am I living after this principle of seeking, recognizing and expecting God to aid me and perform miracle sin my daily life? Am I willing to believe that I could spend a night in a lions den without receiving harm?
As I have been reading in the Book of Mormon I came across the prophet Moroni talking about miracles. He says: “And now, O all ye that have imagined up unto yourselves a god who can do no miracles, I would ask of you, have all these things passed, of which I have spoken? Has the end come yet? Behold I say unto you, Nay; and God has not ceased to be a God of miracles.” (Mormon 9:15)
So if God hasn’t stopped being a God of miracles, then what can I do to see miracles in my life?
He goes on to say:”And the reason why he ceaseth to do miracles among the children of men is because that they dwindle in unbelief, and depart from the right way, and know not the God in whom they should trust. Behold, I say unto you that whoso believeth in Christ, doubting nothing, whatsoever he shall ask the Father in the name of Christ it shall be granted him; and this promise is unto all, even unto the ends of the earth.”
The key that is highlighted here is faith in Jesus Christ. As people stop having faith in Christ, or stop trusting in his power to deliver, He can’t bless us. He can’t show us miracles if we don’t trust Him. But on the other hand, if we do trust in Him and His power, we will find that His blessings are shed forth upon us just as they have been upon Moses, David and Daniel, because we matter just as much to Him as they did.
I would invite us to start trusting in Him more and looking for the miracles in our lives. I can promise that we will be surprised how many seas He will allow us to walk through on dry ground, how many giants He will help us slay and how many lions we can tame.
The same reason Cinderella's step mother is considered bad by most readers - parents should treat their children equally and not show favoritism.
In the end, I guess we only know our own story and sometimes we only know part of it. I don't know why God doesn't intervene for everyone who attempts suicide, but I have a pretty good idea of why God let my house burn down.
I think Jesus is in everything and can use anyone to say what he needs us to hear.
and they may not even know what they did or said but you know it was what you had asked God to answer.
SO as an example .
so Like a few weeks ago I had been praying about how to give more to people around me. but I don't have much and what I do have most folks wouldn't want anyway. at least now days .. now if times get tougher thy might really like some vegetable seeds or some starter chicks or ducklings. but now everyone except a few guys under a bridge has at least as much as we do right now.
so I was praying to God about "what can I do, or what can I give"
even right now doing something is hard right now because I have very severe psoriasis and other auto immune issues .
as much as I love to do things for people , my skin screams and breaks and cracks and bleeds , so it limits me right now to really do things that I would consider significant.
Anyway this is always a ongoing prayer of mine to find what it is his has for me to do or give.
sometimes when I go into town by myself (which isn't often maybe 4 or 5 times a year. ) there is a little Asian shop I like to stop at and when I am there is when the most strange things happen to me . but they have the best
Chow mein , well the kind that is most like what my grandma would take us to dinner when I was a kid.. so it has this kind of nostalgic chowmein. and I always want it then I am not feeling good.
Anyway I went to that little store and there is people lined up to order and in long lines to eat as usual and I finally got up in the line and gave my order. and tried to find a place that was out of the so people could move past me .
Anyway from out of the corner of my Eye and from the direction of the restrooms walked a Hulk of a human who talking to himself.
and I didn't look at him but he had a sort of a familiar look and could easy have passed for one of my cousins.
but he wasn't a cousin.
all of a sudden Mr Hulk , I mean he is huge ( i am 5'8'' and with 2 1/2 clogs ) and i didnt even hit his shoulders ) he was huge. . says
"excuse me , I can't get help with my coat, the zipper wont catch. up can yo help me" . it was at that time I realized he had no left arm or it was was broken and in a sling under his coat" I couldn't tell.
Now if you are zipping your own familie's coat up isn't that big a deal . you can be all up into your own families
"personal space" and not think anything of it .
but getting into the personal space of Mr hulk (who talks to himself ) and then having your hands down around places you have to have your hands to snap a coat up and then try and zip it. and it wasn't latching easy and wasn't zipping easy . and even bend over a little to snap and zip a coat. puts you way far into someone personal space.. this is very difficult for me because I didn't know him!!.
anyway I joked about something and snapped and zipped it a little and then asked
him " if that is OK like that " and then I walked away.
But as I got my food I noticed him staring strait at me and adjusting his coat and I think his Left Arm was under there . and he was protecting a sling with his coat. it was really cold and slushy outside .
I am not going to say this was an angel or if it was just another (say Veteran who lived under a bridge and talked to himself and doesn't eat rice or vegetables and only ate General Tsaos chicken ), or if it was the Lord himself , because I don't know and I really don't care who it was !
it isn't important what Mr hulk was or wasn't .
What was important was how God spoke to me in all kinds of ways and still is revealing object lessons in what happened during that very silly little goofy uncomfortable( for me ) few seconds.
Was it a miracle? NO ! ..
was it a warning of something coming that happened to me about a week later? yes.
was it directions for attitude adjustments God wanted from me in the long run , yes.
But the most important part was it was a personal message to me from the most unlikely and uncomfortable for me situations that God was going to be with me when stuff out of my control happens.
and that he was going to protect me in it .
It sure has been an interesting and on going Joke in my prayer life.
mostly because Jesus is such a joker. why it had to be a giant dude who talked to himself and not a sweet little old lady who talked to herself .
You know the stretches us and he molds us to make us who he needs us to be. the Lord likes to tells us what is coming to help heal the shock or pain because if we know that he already knows and was already there for us before a thing happens then you know he is going to be there past that thing happening ..
the only thing I could think of when I walked out was how the situation answered my prayers at that time. which was "well I guess Lord you are saying if I got two hands help those with only one hand when they ask, so thank you lord I have two hands.. but next time a nice little old lady would be easier! " . which in itself is an interesting object lesson. but that wasn't the only message or answer to my prayers for me that day.
was it a miracle ? NO !!! . was it normal and common maybe for everyone else in the world for all I know , but it wasn't common for me . but it was a massage and someone was a messenger to me that day. It was exactly what I needed to know for that day and for a few more days that were still ahead.
That's an interesting story. It reminds me of something I've realized lately. As an atheist, I feel peace and excitement about the idea that my existence is temporary and irrelevant. That is true freedom! I don't care that other people might have "better" lives than me, because I am defined by my life. I can't "improve" my life without changing who I am. There is no "me" outside my physical existence and temporary life.
Religions with an afterlife are for the birds. (Actually I like birds, so I would not punish them with that type of religion either.)
The same reason Cinderella's step mother is considered bad by most readers - parents should treat their children equally and not show favoritism.
That's an interesting story. It reminds me of something I've realized lately. As an atheist, I feel peace and excitement about the idea that my existence is temporary and irrelevant. That is true freedom!
It could also depend more on the people then God. Let's say God is like an unchanging radio signal. Always there. Always constant. Always good. What if it's the people's job to tune into it, not the signal's job to find people to tune into?
Of course the 'signal' sends hints, tips and teachers along over time, but the responsibility relies on the person to seek and find.