Jordan explains,
“That’s a common idea of people who don’t want to believe in God. The
problem with that it is it assumes that a good God could have no reason for
allowing evil to happen.
People
think, ‘Why, I wouldn’t!’ That’s the problem! It’s your pride. That thinking
assumes you are omniscient and knew every possible reason for everything that
happens.”
*****
“You’ll never meet
anybody who’s an honest atheist. When I say an honest one, I mean somebody who
doesn’t have an ax to grind like guys such as (Sigmund) Freud. Freud said
that the reason he hated religion is because he crossed the street one day and
a guy standing on the corner was preaching, ‘You’re going to go to hell if you
don’t trust Christ. You’re going to burn in hell.’
“Freud spent the rest
of his life trying to prove that religion was just a repressed sex drive. And
he’s the guy where all you got to do is drop his name and everybody thinks,
‘Oh, you’re a real intellectual.’
*****
*****
“You’ll never meet an
honest person who spent 15 hours looking at the actual evidence of the
resurrection of Jesus Christ say they don’t believe in it because, if you look
at the actual evidence for the resurrection, there’s only one conclusion—He
came out of the grave.
“Obviously what that
means is up to you. I mean, you can put any meaning to it you want to. I
read a book years ago by a Jewish rabbi who believed in the resurrection of
Jesus Christ based on the historical evidence, but didn’t believe He was the
Messiah; he didn’t trust Him. He didn’t get the meaning that God attached to
it.
“But when you
recognize that there’s one man who went into death and came out, and that
there’s objective, physical, historical, demonstrable evidence that you could
go into a court of law with and prove it happened, well, that’s different.
“And you see that’s
what Doubting Thomas came up with when he said, ‘My Lord and my God.’ He
figured it out right when he saw it.
*****
(Editor’s note: I’ve decided to start putting some autobiographical data at the bottom of each post for readers who want to learn more about where I’m coming from as a blogger.)
My dad developed a
real drinking problem shortly after he married my mom, who was a teetotaler.
When my brother
was a baby my mom would get calls at 1 and 2 in the morning for her to come pick up
her husband from some bar. My dad somehow got up every morning and ran his very
popular private medical practice in Firestone Park.
I was a baby when
my mom says my dad made the big switch from magnums of Pinot Grigio to
prescription pills and injectables.
It all started
when my dad approached the neighborhood pharmacist about helping out his poorer by dropping his drug prices. The pharmacist said to him, “I can’t be a doctor and you can’t be a
pharmacist.”
My dad went home
and thought, “Well, he can’t be a doctor but I CAN be a pharmacist.” That was
all the instigation my dad needed to go out and obtain his own pharmaceutical
license.
(new article
tomorrow)
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