Ask for evidence. Or, listen to the video below
Ask for evidence. Or, listen to the video below
This monologue by Bertrand Russell is still timely.
Well, the simple answer is they no longer believe the claims of religion are valid but not according to this Christian. He tells us the reasons for non belief can be summarized as
but forgets or is unaware Christianity is not the only religion. One could be a Jew, a Muslim, a believer in voodoo, heck! There are many religions to believe in other than Christianity. But most importantly, the gods of Christianity don’t exist.
Joseph, he who is all knowing, tells us
Somewhere along their journey in life, they were negatively influenced to the point of openly rejecting God.
and here, I thought if someone were to influence you away from religion, they would have done you a good. I can only say Joseph has not heard of W. K Clifford who said “it is wrong everywhere, always and for anyone to believe anything upon insufficient evidence“(extreme, I think, but you get my drift). (This paper (pdf) is a good critique of the Clifford Principle)
But the christian knows the reason you are an atheist is
a traumatic event
your priest molested you and this led you to call it quits on religion or your cat died and you said no more religion for you.
Or maybe, you are the type of atheist who
doesn’t have any ‘need’ to know God (I don’t know why need is in scare quotes)
monetary wealth, an abundance of secular education, and/or a self-professed “understanding” of Christianity in general.
What is the christian to do when faced with any of the above scenarios?
The christian, even after doing the above, maybe faced with the challenge of trying to teach one who wont listen. What is one to do?
Honestly, there isn’t much you can say that will get them to listen to you. But, what we can do is show them the light of Christ in our hearts by how we live our lives. It is this Godly happiness, that can only be found in one who has been saved by grace. When things get tough, they may look to you for guidance on how to be happy again.
What however got me laughing is the comment below this post. The author wrote
You’re off to a roaring start on the blog. Hope you are well and that you gather all the followers you can attract.
And it seems to me the bar is so low in christian circles if this is an example of a roaring start. Or maybe roaring has new meaning.
I am currently involved in two researches, no actually three when you think about the thesis dissertation I am working to complete and graduate University this December.
The first research was suggested by a good friend, a historian, and in in the line of that book Mary pointed me to ( The Darkening Age). If you have read that book, you know the extent to which the Christians destroyed artifacts of the old religions.
In the same line, I would want to find out
I am calling for help on this from the universe 🙂
My second area of research isn’t informed by the first one but is an idle curiosity. I am researching on my family tree. I have information up to my grandfather 4 times removed. I also have a bit of history on the eponymous father of the clan Onyango son of Ogiri and I want to trace the line both forwards from him to me and backwards to any of the early Luo migrations into Central Nyanza.
Here is where you come in. If anyone from Asembo Kanyikela reads this and has information that would help me in reconstructing this tree, backwards especially, say something in the comments or reach me on the contacts page. Help yours truly satisfy this idle curiosity.
And especially enemies who over the years have felt offended by my tweets, blog posts that are critical to religion, I want to tell you i am sorry and that I plan to continue doing just that.
The good news however, is that I have today joined a new religion that I didn’t know existed. I am an ordained minister as we speak and I will be blessing every tweet or blog post I send to protect it from your funny prayers.
There is peace that comes with finding the right religion and today I found it.
May the Dude be with you all.
while i don’t and can’t speak for all atheists, I am an equal opportunity non believer and religious critic. I don’t care if one worships one god or a million of them. When I say miracles are impossible, it covers all miracles. It is not limited to Koranic or Biblical miracles only.
Come, let us reason together. No African Traditional believer has knocked on my door to preach. No wars have been fought because a voodoo specialist didn’t like how someone prayed.
When the Buddhists in Myanmar behave badly. We call them out. Or Hindoo nationalists in India, but one must realize these groups are so removed from my every day situations it would be a waste of brain cells to start a polemic against Lord Krishna when a polemic against the gods is sufficient.
I like the Mahabharata just the same way I like the book of Ecclesiastes and the book of Job. But when the bible talks of transporter fishes, or virgin births, I have to treat it as gossip of fools and lazy people.
If Abrahamic religionists want peace, they should follow the dictates of their books, like pray privately and each person to have their own religion and all. The moment you want to make your religion my business, expect push back.
by Catherine Nixey
Until the Story of the hunt is told by the Lion, the tale of the hunt will always glorify the hunter. – African Proverb
To understand the impact of Christianity on the ancient world, this story would have to be told by the ancients themselves. Unfortunately, for us living today, the past is so much lost, thanks to the works of Christians of lore. It is this past that Catherine attempts to weave in her very readable book. And it is a sad, depressing past.
Christians are wont to say that their religion found a ready ground for conversion, that Rome had declined and all, but this is a tall tale. The Christians destroyed what was noble, what was beautiful and what was glorious and spread their religion through terror, rapine and violence.
For most people, the most famous name that points to the barbarity of Christian mobs is Hypatia of Alexandria. Ovid is lost to most of us, Catullus with his poems is lost to us, the temple of Serapis is lost to us and many more marvelous works in both East and west of the Roman empire.
In one place Catherine writes
Christians could, their preachers told them, wash for simple utility as long as they didn’t enjoy it too much. The good Christian should certainly not wallow in the sensual pleasures of the baths. Some defied such pious grubbiness: Augustine openly claimed bathing to be one of the pleasures of life. Others took a more robust approach to washing. Ascetics celebrated the ideal of being ‘alousia’ – unwashed. As one writer asked, what need did a Christian have to wash at all? Even if one’s skin becomes rough and scaly from lack of cleaning, he had no need, since ‘he that is once washed in Christ need not to wash again’.28 An intellectual change had taken place. Filth was moving from something that was found outside a man to something that stained his soul. A clean body was no longer one that was free from dirt: it was one that was unsoiled by sexual activity – and particularly by ‘deviant’ sexual activity – which started to be precisely defined then deplored in newly fierce and censorious terms.
Male homosexuality was denounced; and then outlawed. By the sixth century, those who were, as one chronicler put it, ‘afflicted with homosexual lust’ started to live in fear. And with good reason. When a bishop called Alexander was accused of having a homosexual relationship, he and his partner were ‘in accordance with a sacred ordinance . . . brought to Constantinople and were examined and condemned by Victor the city prefect, who punished them: he tortured Isaiah severely and exiled him and he amputated Alexander’s genitals and paraded him around on a litter. The emperor immediately decreed that those detected in pederasty should have their genitals amputated. At that time many homosexuals were arrested and died after having their genitals amputated. [emphasis mine]
what else happened? She notes further
Sex between a husband and wife was allowed but it should not, preachers said, be enjoyed. The old merry marriage ceremonies, in which people had eaten, drunk and sung profane songs about sex, were bluntly deplored as the Devil’s dungheap. Admiring stories of married couples who never slept with each other but spent their nights wearing hair shirts proliferated.
Go read this book, you will weep. But after you weep, I hope you find consolation in this poem and song.
First, Carmen 16 by Catallus
I will sodomize you and face-fuck you,
bottom Aurelius and catamite Furius,
you who think, because my poems
are sensitive, that I have no shame.
For it’s proper for a devoted poet to be moral
himself, [but] in no way is it necessary for his poems.
In point of fact, these have wit and charm,
if they are sensitive and a little shameless,
and can arouse an itch,
and I don’t mean in boys, but in those hairy old men
who can’t get it up.
Because you’ve read my countless kisses,
you think less of me as a man?
I will sodomize you and face-fuck you.
And then a song
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