I just came back from a walk down my local beach at Currumbin, Australia. After finishing three quarters of a pizza, I was standing knee-deep in the waves on the sandbar, looking out to sea, whining and complaining to God about my problems.
I was interrupted by someone who was soon to be a friend for life. Clutching two beer bottles, he beckoned my attention from the water's edge - searching my face in the moonlight. "How ya goin' mate?" - a fine question to be asking under the circumstances. "I'm good. How 'bout yourself?" etc etc. Turns out that Glen had a lot on his mind. We talked about the meaning of life and briefly touched on religion. He told me about his tarot card readings and how everything was coming true "even tonight was predicted". Apparently this was supposed to be his last visit to the beach or anywhere for that matter.
I told Glen that you can't live your life by "snippets" or truisms, and that fortune tellers are only as accurate as we make them. He told me not to try and "convert him". I told him that I knew better than to try.
How pig headed do we have to be to believe in the supernatural, but not God (and what He's done for us)? Glen was prepared to die for his beliefs in some two-bit hack of a "fortune" teller (who was no doubt being encouraged by the Devil) rather than be converted.
I think we fear change. But in this life, it's "change or die" - even the evolutionists can agree with that. The devil's name means "The Accuser of the Bretheran". It's simple. He wants you dead.
The accusations are designed to put distance between you and God. He wants you to think you are so bad, that even God can't forgive you and that you cannot change. He wants you to think that your are incapable of leading a Christian life. He doesn't want you to know that God accepts you as you are - warts and all. So he accuses you.
Glen had a different look on his face as he left to go home to his wife and kids. The watch tower was definitely doing it's job tonight and another tarot reading was proven to be a lie.
Monday, June 4, 2007
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My dictionary defines supernatural as thus:
supernatural |ˌsoōpərˈna ch (ə)rəl| adjective (of a manifestation or event) attributed to some force beyond scientific understanding or the laws of nature : a supernatural being.
Does God not therefore fit into the definition of Supernatural? If so how to differentiate between the two? I don't think you can.
"How pig headed do we have to be to believe in the supernatural, but not God..."
Some people don't believe in the supernatural, and therefore, it goes without saying that they don't believe in God since God does indeed fit into that category.
However, some people are "believers" [in the supernatural] yet they deny God.
I understand that this is inevitable for some, but I think it reveals our stuborn human nature. I am surprised at just how many people can have this logic, but then when you consider the human heart, it's not all that surprising.
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