A Modest Proposal for Empirical (A)Theology

I’m afraid this is going to be an excessively long post. I want to deal with a number of questions that have come up, and without doing a Phaedristic “this is my thread” game, to clarify what I intended in starting this thread. Then I wish to respond to Glitch’s question about the Divine Weasel.

First (and this is very applicable, though it seems way off thread at first), let me examine what exactly William of Ockham’s famous Razor is for. It is a valuable tool in inductive logic, and states, in one classic formulation, “Thou shalt not unnecessarily multiply entities.” I.e., if something can be explained in more than one way, choose the way that requires the fewest assumptions. What it does, though, is to give the most probable solution, not necessarily the right one. The equations of Newtonian physics make are simpler, and call for fewer components, than those of Einsteinian. However, when all data are reviewed, it seems that in point of fact, Newtonian equations represent a special case where the relative speed of the measured components is so low that the v[sup]2[/sup]/c[sup]2[/sup] component of the Einsteinian equations is or approximates zero.

Likewise, it is entirely plausible that the behavior of matter on planetary surfaces is due to the legendary organizing ability of the Invisible Pink Unicorn, who keeps all stones, boards, people, animals, etc., adjacent to the world that they “belong” with, as defined on the Holy Note Cards. With sweeps of her mighty horn, she causes all potentially-floating objects to “fall to the ground” (this being, like the movement of the sun, a naive perception of what is really invisibly happening). The exceptions, brightly colored objects like helium-filled and hot-air balloons and birds, she gives a boost that they may move through the sky and delight her with their bright colors. In the past century, she has been pleased by human witness to the power of her horn in shaping airplane fuselages and missiles in imitation of it, and therefore allows them to “fly” so long as they continue moving (and therefore representing her powerfulness) and causes them to “fall” when they lose speed (and therefore no longer show her power). While this may need some fine-tuning, it is a sensible explanation for the behavior of matter.

Now, the virtue of the Newtonian and Einsteinian conceptions of gravity, dynamics, etc., over this highly sensible theory is that they do not presuppose the constant interaction, or even the existence, of the Invisible Pink Unicorn. It does not take much insight to see the extension of this principle to the elimination of God from any active role in the operation of the Universe as, to quote Voltaire, “an unnecessary hypothesis.”

The point, however, is that Occam’s Razor proves nothing. It simply provides a vehicle for reasonable evaluation of possible theories. If tomorrow the existence and activity of the Invisible Pink Unicorn could be proven, then all bets are off, and the assorted skeptics who have postulated her as imitations of theistic reasoning would need to reexamine their theories to take her into account. St. Elmo’s fire, ball lightning, optical illusions involving Venus or the Moon, etc., are known to exist. Extraterrestrial spacecraft are not. Hence the Occam-compliant explanations of UFOs involve the former and not the latter. But if tomorrow a spacecraft lands on the White House lawn in the traditional B-movie manner (with a bumper sticker advertising Krispy Original variety, of course! ;)), submits itself to examination by competent scientists and engineers, then rational humans need to accept it as real and revise their theories accordingly.

I think all us Christians would admit that David’s proferred “explanations” of the Gospel story as an assortment of urban legends and misinterpretations of data regarding a heterodox 1st Century rabbi *can[/] be seen as a valid explanation of what went on. The difference is that we apply Occam’s Razor to the data at hand, and assume an active God (for whatever reasons we may have), and find the idea that the accounts are, in main part, accurate a much more plausible hypothesis than the complex structure of legend and misperception required to “explain it away” in the absence of God.

Now, while we can never get at the truth of the Gospel stories, the Old Testament stories (or for that matter any accounts of the founders of other religions) to the simultaneous satisfaction of any skeptic and any believer, and God seems singularly coy in demonstrating His existence to a large portion of humanity, what we do have to work with are the conversion experiences of those who have experienced them. My assumption is that by careful analysis of what we who have had such experiences can testify to having experienced, some understanding of what phenomenon is behind such experiences can be established that will make sense to all participants. I have no real fear that having some assumptions I have made on the basis of my experiences analyzed is going to harm my faith. As I noted before, God calls us to know the Truth.

Accordingly, I do not want this to be “just a witness thread.” I’d like to see Lib and R.T.'s analytical abilities look carefully at Mike’s, Gator’s, and my stories, and vice versa, to see what assumptions we’ve made from our experience that may not follow. Even more, I’d like Gaudere, David, and slythe to pursue their capabilities to analyze what we have to say and ask the sorts of probing questions that will lead us all to the truth behind our stories. And I’m very interested in what went on in Phil’s life that led him to where his worldview is today.

I have never seen anything that even suggests there is a commandment, “Thou shalt not subject thy conversion experience to analytical scrutiny.” I think there may be a slight discomfort in us theists to do so for fear of what we might find out, or that God might be mad at us for doing so. To that, I suggest that Jesus said, “You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”

Gaudere, I never saw your probing questions as destructive nor definitive; you are simply doing the job you know best (and on my wife’s testimony, are expected by God to do). I won’t take your observations as definitive; rather, I think that together we may come to some unexpected conclusions about what the heck is going on in rational people to give them religious experiences, and that the results will be startling to both skeptics and believers. And I welcome it…I want to know the truth. Not Adam’s testimony about the accuracy of the Bible, not David’s apparent certitude that everything supposedly supernatural can be explained away, but the facts that remain when all the analysis is done, and the conclusions that can be drawn from them. For me at least, and I think the other “witnessers” who have told their stories tacitly accepted my conditions when they posted, have at it. Let’s find out the truth.

Now, to Glitch’s question. Let’s begin by taking a hyper-fundamentalist, somebody that would make Adam or 'Gator gag. Now, we discuss the characteristics of his God with him. Okay, it’s clear from the Bible that he made the world in 144 hours (six twenty-four-hour days) approximately six thousand years ago. What sort of world? One that takes light ten billion years to cross the Universe – and he threw in light from quasars that far away that had evidently been en route for 9,999,994,000 years or so, just to confuse the issue. The planet? Let’s make it look 4,600,000,000 years old, with rocks that radiometrically date to varying ages and fossils that make it look like life has been around for about three billion years, and change according to Darwinian notion. Now, let’s make some people. With perfect foreknowledge, He knows they’re going to sin, and turn from him, and being somewhat reasonable, he does give them an escape hatch. But here’s the kicker. First, for the first

Poly:

I’m not sure I understand what you want, but in every case with every conversion story, the ultimate assumption that might not follow is that your experience is attributable to God. I mean, what can Gaudere say? “Lib, you’re wrong. You do not believe that Jesus is God based on His statement that He is eternal.” :confused:

Poly: Good post, made me think of some things that are rattling around inside my somewhat empty noggin. :slight_smile:

Allow me to try for a thumbnail sketch of my musings.

Since God created us, and made free-will inherent within us, he has enormous respect for that ability within us.

DavidB stated somewhere else, that 'any respectable supreme being, could create a universe without any outward signs of his ‘creation’. I somewhat agree with that, because any blatant ‘evidence’ of creation, would then cause ‘volitional violence’ or cause us to no longer exercise our ‘free-will’.

God hesitates to commit volitional violence. He has done so, but only with certain people/events throughout the history of Man. The way I see it, Abraham, Issac, Moses, and the Disciples, had some of their free-will effected by the miracles of God.

As a rule though, God would rather we choose him by our own volition. Once that choice is made, we can choose to keep choosing him (prayer, seeking God’s will) or choose to ignore God’s presence within us.

Much of the ‘evidence’ of God is somewhat ‘shaky’ because of his respect of our free-will. He gives enough for people to come to him of their own will, but it requires a certain amount of faith, to open that door.

Hope that helps.

Peace.


† Jon †
Phillipians 4:13

I grew up in family that has always had conflicting, if laid back, beliefs in God. My father is a rather agressive agnostic (“I don’t know anything, and neither do you!”). My mother is a lapsed Methodist. I did not grow up in a church, but by osmosis, most of the religious outlook I picked up was Christian in its orientation.

When I was a teenager, I came to the slow, dawning realization that I was not a Christian and that I didn’t believe in the Christian version of God. I could not reconcile myself to the paradox of omnipotence, omniscience, and omnibenevolence or the conflicts of the Scriptures. I had read a great deal of mythology, and no part of the Christian mythos seemed any more compelling than Greek or Egyptian mythology.

At the same time, I could never shake the feeling that there was something - a reason, a connection, a dimension beyond the things I could understand using only my senses and intellect.

I went through college that way, and depending on my mood, labelled myself a deist, an agnostic, or an atheist. I was never quite satisfied. I graduated, got a job in another city, and established my life on my own, still feeling that unsatisfied need for connection.

That first year on my own was when “it” happened. I honestly don’t think that English has the vocabulary to describe what I experienced without coming off as maudlin or overly clinical, but I’ll do my best to find the words.

I knew a man. He was the first man I’d known who interacted with me as though I was a whole person - that I had an intellect, a sexuality, a heart, a soul. All my relationships before that had excluded some facet of who I was. For the first time, I had the sense that when he looked at me, he saw me, all of me.

We talked about everything - spirituality, religion, the connections that underpin our perception of reality. It was heady. He knew so much that I’d never heard of before. He recommended books, told stories, forced me to argue my own beliefs rationally and with respect for others. He was a Pagan, the first I’d ever knowingly met. I was fascinated with his viewpoints.

A few months after this began, strange things began happening to me. Little synchonicities began to pile up. At the same time, the connection I’d been looking for started to tickle my mind. Then, one weekend, it just gelled.

I still don’t have the words to explain it to my own satisfaction. It was the difference between looking at a black and white picture of van Gogh’s Starry Night and seeing it in person.

Everything - everything - was connected. Everything mattered. There was meaning everywhere I looked. I was not just a part of the universe, I was loved. I was cherished with the tenderness a mother feels for her precious child. And so was everyone else. There was so much joy and light, I wept with gratitude. All the pain and evil I saw was the result of being unaware of that connection.

That altered state of perception stayed with me for three or four days. I finally had to make a concious decision to let it go, because it was too distracting. I couldn’t get my day to day tasks accomplished when there was all of this around me.

I retain an emotional and intellectual memory of what I felt, and just that is enough to keep me going when the world is grey and bleak. I know that if I wanted to, I could rationalize out everything that I experienced it and end with a handful of derivative roots that completely lack profoundness. I prefer not to.

Though I now call myself a Pagan and identify most strongly with that religion, I don’t really find my answers in religion. They all seem like a bad translation of the numinous love I felt - going from playing a part in the last movement of Beethoven’s Choral Symphony to listening to a tinny “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” chip in a sappy greeting card.

On my best days, I can close my eyes, spread my arms out into the wind and feel that connection like I’m stepping out from a cold shadow into bone-warming sunshine. On my worst days . . . well, I hang in there by remembering how it feels.

Jon, a very valid point, which I assume was apropos my comment about God’s “coyness.”

A quick point on “faith,” Jon: As I see it, if you are “expected to have faith” then your self-generated faith in God is just another case of do-it-yourself salvation, a highly specialized form of saving yourself by good works. The faith I have is His gift to me, totally unearned and provided by grace. It is my feeble attempt to respond to His love in love (as your .sig states), but it was first His gift to me to be able to.

Interesting point, which I’d like to have addressed: it seems that the sensation that Phouka describes is much the one that Tris, Lib, RT, and I also had, though we attributed it to different theological structures. Is there perhaps some answer here we’ve been missing?

Back to the OP for a minute:

I see no other purpose than witnessing here. The responses, thus far, to your OP tend to show that.

Actually, outrageous claims require outrageous proof. It’s up to those who say it’s a god (whichever god they postulate) to prove that’s the case.

I would say that’s one objective analysis of the claim that the event experienced was caused by a god. You should note that I did not discount the experience, merely the claimed cause.

Following Occam’s Razor, it’s closer to proof than anything else advanced.

From the Merriam-Webster Dictionary online:

From the witnessing in this thread, I’d say that entreaty was left in the dust.

As with other quite subjective things, I really don’t see that happening.

Actually, the evidence from this thread is that the folks witnessing have a preconception of a god’s existence. And by definition, “metaphysical” events can not be proven by physical laws.

From the same dictionary:

& this entry also:

No. My reasons for this conclusion are listed above.

Monty…I do appreciate your comments. You are absolutely correct in the fact of the presuppositions being supplied. I had expected them and therefore specifically asked that reportage, not “conclusionage” be given. (Admittedly, I even violated my own guideline!)

I did not discount the delusional hypothesis, simply noted it as a “trivial” solution…one which does not increase the stock of knowledge available. (Otherwise rational humans delude selves – Pictures at 11 – not a big story) Phouka’s experience was a most useful contribution, since it implies that something not confined to heretofore lapsed- or semi-Christians feeling lacks in their lives is going on. In the absence of “God talked to them” or “they deluded themselves,” is there a third possibility worth considering? If so, what? What does Phouka’s experience have to say for the Christian interpretation the rest of us have put on our experiences?

It was, and remains, my hope that some examination of the reports of subjective experiences would indeed give some insight into areas that have been the province of faith or rejected by skeptics. It’s a phenomenon. It’s worth analysis. What causes it? At this point, I’d welcome some strong questions from slythe, on the presumption the whole thing is not seen as trolling. (Within my own worldview, it isn’t. I’m looking for answers.)

I do not know what third possibility you could get, Polycarp. Either there is a spirtual presence that we have yet to find objective evidence of that communicates with select humans through feelings, or there isn’t. You could bicker about the exact nature of this spirit (and indeed every theist I have met has a different idea of this spirit), but either you accept that these feelings are evidence or you don’t.

I simply cannot accept a feeling as being useful as proof of the objective existence of anything. God appears to be the only thing that we hold to such a low standard of evidence; it seems very wrong to me that God has a lower standard of proof than I demand of boogeymen. Why are the sensations I described and the vision of a gorgon I had not proof that gorgons exist? Surely the existence of a supreme being should not be taken with such light proof. There is historical and anecdotal evidence for unicorns, evil spirits, witches and sympathetic magic, but those who say such things exist because of a “feeling” are called fools or crazy.

The theists have posted very stirring descriptions of their emotional interactions with God. Yet, I compare it with my own experiences and I cannot call it evidence. It is not uncommon for me, after having read a horror story or suchlike, to feel very profound moments of terror. And this is inspired by something I don’t even believe exists! How much stronger would my emotions be if I truly believed that Jackdaw Jack existed? If I accepted that a feeling was evidence of something’s existence, surely I would believe in boogeymen. I do not think I can accept that positive emotions are any more useful for determining reality than negative ones, for I have felt very strong positive emotions as well; generally they seem to be inspired by a good cup of coffee, nature, or my own usual good humor.

I would certainly think that if a theist believed God would interact with them through emotions, that they would see their positive emotions as evidence of God. I am also not surprised that these positive emotions can also happen when thinking specifically upon God; I can also feel emotions when I think of certain topics. I am happy when I think of my family, I am frightened when I think of Jackdaw Jack, I am sad when I think of death. If a theist expects to feel happy and a sense of a relationship when he thinks of God, I think it is entirely reasonable that often he will feel just that. Yet, again, I cannot accept it as evidence, any more than the fact that I am happy when I think of my family is evidence that they exist.

I admit that I am extrapolating from my own emotions, and cannot say for certain that a theist’s feelings are not actually reliable for determining the existence of anything. The fact that we are both human indicates to me that we feel things very similar, and I have found it very useful in my life to accept that others love and hate and feel much the same as I do. I recognize that there are differences between individual humans, but I do not think the differences are profound enough that I can accept a theist’s–or my–feelings as evidence.

Monty, please remember that Step One of this thread was necessarily for some of us to report our conversion experiences or other epiphanies. That had to precede the analysis step: no data ==> nothing to analyze.

I don’t know about the others, but reporting on my conversion experience was worthwhile, but demanding. I probably failed in the objectivity category; when it comes to an experience like that, there may be only so far one can go in that direction. But I don’t share this story very often, and after doing so, I wasn’t immediately ready to turn my hand to analysis. If I have time this week (a big ‘if’), I ought to be ready to help out with Step Two.

But right now your criticism seems very premature. We’re getting there in our own time, and that will have to do. Feel free to join in and help out, if you want.

Here are some of my thoughts on the subject. I will make statements that I can’t really offer any proof on. They are my perception of personal experiences and how they might relate to others:

  • many people report similar experiences of epiphanic events that include a feeling of being loved, of belonging, of being connected to everything else.

  • the majority of these people consider these experiences to be spiritual or religious in nature.

  • these events are not limited to members of one particular faith, religion, or sect.

  • I have never had an atheist relate similar experiences to me, which could be because:

    • there are atheists who have experienced this, they just haven’t told me (I’m not Gallup Polls, after all)
    • people who experience it take it as evidence of an involved Creator and are no longer atheists
    • people who experience are not swayed by the experience, remain atheists and simply don’t find the experience important enough to relate to anyone
  • Most religions hold similar, laudable values like the value of life, the necessity of loving one’s fellow people, the need for a stable moral code.

So, I draw some conclusions from those thoughts that serve me.

I believe that the universe is created, and when it was, certain fundamental rules were in place that governed the development and evolution of the cosmos. I believe that humans have the capacity to sense their interconnectedness to one another, the cosmos, and our Creator. That ability is, I believe, what provides us with that sense of ineffable immanence, that epiphany of love.

I also believe that this is something outside of the scope of science and will never be quantifiable on any level other than a personal spiritual level.

I believe that most religions are an attempt to come to terms with, explain, and strengthen this interconnectedness between one another and our Maker. However, because humans are finite creatures riddled with flaws, we are often to preoccupied with sorting the leaves on the ground to notice the forest all around us.

That epiphany or event that so many of us described may just be a biological event - a concatenation of brain waves and neurochemistry. But, even if it can be described down to each scintilla of detail, even if molecular biologists and evolutionists can describe in acute detail how we came to have this capacity, I don’t believe that it’s chance. Perhaps it is as predistined as the shape of pi. The ultimate why cannot be described by science. Just the how, when, where, and who.

I believe that it is a gift, and I marvel in awe that I have been touched by it. I don’t care how it was wrapped when I got it, I’m just happy to unwrap and enjoy it.

On the epiphany of things not religious, or people not of Christian faith, I would like to hear as much as possible from people about miraculous experiences which they had, but that they do not attribute to a Deity. I know that some sort of level of understanding and perception beyond the normal day to day experience of our lives can exist in secular matters. I can share a description of one a friend of mine had. It is almost trivial, except that it was fundamentally important to him, so it mattered a lot.

My friend is a baseball player, and has always joined organized leagues of amateurs wherever he worked or lived, when he could. He was never quite good enough to go into it professionally, but was always a star on his team, and among the best in his league, when he played. He loves the game, and coaches children still, though he cannot play much, for reasons of age, and physical ability. He tells of the day he “had a hold of it.” He was playing on a company team, in an ordinary game, without championships hanging in the balance. He hit seven consecutive hits, five of them home runs.

This is not just a good day, for those who are not familiar with the game. It is an extraordinary day. Now it happens a lot, when teams are poorly matched, or a great player is “slumming” in a game he should not be in. This was not the case, on that day. My friend hit 300 plus from year to year in the same league, before and after this event. He is good. He isn’t this good. But more to the point of our discussion, he knew he was going to do it, from the beginning of the game. He describes the feeling as “having hold of it.”

The memory is vivid for him, now twenty-five years later, of every pitch, and every hit. Even the non-homeruns were very nearly perfect hits. He says that he could feel the ball leave the pitchers hand, and knew its path all the way out of the park, every time. He would not speak to anyone, during the game. (Ballplayers are rather accepting of behavioral extremes from people experiencing a streak, so no one tried to hard to make him talk.) He has described his feelings to me, on a number of occasions, sober, and otherwise. He had a sure knowledge of how to hit the ball that was not a strategy, or technique. The actual hitting was “no big deal, really.”

What was a big deal, to him was the connectedness he felt. There was complete conscious control over the ball. He “had a hold of it.” He has spoken of it extensively, in respect to other matters than baseball. He says at times he gets flashes of it still, when doing tasks which require manipulating objects with objects. “You can just reach out and take hold of it, if you just do it.” He teaches his players, kids mostly, to think of it that way, when they play. The kids are kids, of course, but when I was watching them, I gotta tell you, those little tykes could sure HIT.

So, on the subject of the OP, These types of experiences, in a person of no religious conviction (such as my friend, who lacks enough interest to be an agnostic, much less a true atheist.) are still matters transcending the ordinary realm of experience, yet not identifiable as truly paranormal or miraculous. Most coaches of baseball teams would be willing to accord the event the status of miracle, but non-fans might be more skeptical. I am sure this experience is not unique, in human history. I am also sure that it does represent an avenue to the credulity of agnostics into the realm of the spiritual.

If you are a skeptic, think about it. Did you ever experience the undeniable assurance that you were, for a moment, more than normally able, or perceptive? Do you have explanations? Do your explanations allow you to recreate that ability at will? If not, what do you think is missing?

<P ALIGN=“CENTER”>Tris</P>

We learn more by looking for the answer to a question and not finding it than we do from learning the answer itself.
– **Lloyd Alexander **

You should read up on Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi’s studies of “flow experiences”, Tris. It has been a while since I have read him, but I think what he describes is what you are talking about. I know you see it as spiritual, but it is not so to me. Sometimes I will paint very well; sometimes no matter what I do I cannot get a piece to work. I think once I start out working well, I can set up a self-assurance and positive-feedback loop that works in my favor; the same often happens, in opposite, when I start out poorly. We are complex creatures, affected by mood, time of day, the events in our life, and pure luck. You may add “spirit” if you like; I see no need. Sometimes I will paint very well for a brief time; sometimes I will paint very badly for a brief time; much of the time I will gradually pull my usual work step by incremental step to a slightly higher level. It seems only natural.


“It’s like I always said…there’s nothing an agnostic can’t do if he really doesn’t know whether he believes in anything or not” --Monty Python, “The Meaning of Life”

I am really enjoying reading this thread. I have noticed a trend towards the “feeling” side of the stories. Even as a fundie, I go on the faith that this happened to you, because I don’t think your experiences would have been enough for me. Somehow I think God knew that though, so I have my own story.

I was raised in an E/C house… we went to church every Easter and Christmas… but I never knew the Lord. My mom and dad divorced when I was about 4, and my mom soon remarried. (I was still 4 I think.) I don’t remember much of the next 10 years. I was sexually abused (possibly raped?) by my step-father in those ten years. At the age of 14 I had had enough. I turned him into the authorities. I didn’t know if anyone would believe me since he was a cop, and who would believe a kid over a cop? Well, a few people did believe me… and he was removed from our house. A great weight had been removed from me… until…

Just under a year later I received a subpeona to appear in court as a defendant. My step-father was acusing me of lieing about the abuse. He wanted to be reinstated as a police officer and could not with a child abuse ‘tag’ on his record. SO… I went to court… took a lie detector test… everything… I was found innocent… he was sentenced to 6 months of therapy at which point his record would be cleared. Oh well… so much for the court system.

I couldn’t take it. He got off basically scot-free, and I had to carry around years of guilt and memories with me. I hated myself, my family, everyone. I took over 200 pills (of various kinds) one night… and went to bed hoping I would never wake up. Well I did… about 4 hours later I awoke. I was deaf, my heart was racing, I couldn’t think clearly, and I could barely move. I don’t know if I prayed out loud or to myself… but God heard me. “God, if you get me out of this… my life is yours.” I instantly got my hearing back. I threw up a few hours later (from the looks of it the pills had been totally digested as it was just bile)… and about 10 hours later I was fine. I didn’t go to the hospital nor did I tell anyone what I had done. My mom thought I had the flu.

My life changed in that very instant that I prayed. A couple of years later I publically acknowledged Christ as my savior, but I believe I was a Christian from that one night on. I talked to my doctor about the pills about 2 years ago. He honestly believes that I should not be alive today, or at the very least I should have killed my liver or kidneys or bled to death internally because of those pills. I am healthy, no kidney or liver problems, hearing is fine.

God has been working on me ever since. He did not take my prayer lightly, and neither do I.

There is more to the story… and I am open to any questions or comments either here or in email: beth@stormbirds.org for this is the testimony of how I came to know Christ… it is my deepest joy… it has embraced my deepest pain… and no… it hasn’t all been easy.

So… I have talked to some already who are sketpical of my own account. Some say that the pills that I took could have just counter-acted each other. The doctor doesn’t think this is possible with what I took. Others say that I must just have an unusual body chemistry to have dealt with the pills. I guess I could have at the time, but unfortunately that can’t be proven either way.

My husband (who is not Christian) said it best I think. What matters is that I believe that there was some sort of divine intervention. In the end, he’s right, but don’t tell him I said he was right or I’ll never hear the end of it!

So… I too welcome comments.

Beth

** Gaudere ** says

I was rather thinking of something a bit more than “painting rather well.” Do you ever just get up, and know, with utter certainty that you will, right now, paint the best possible painting you have the inherent ability to paint, without hesitation, without even thinking about it? Have you had that sort of experience? Have you ever known that you can exceed your limitations, and then done so without even considering it much?

An army acquaintance of mine described his Aikido trainer’s experience once, which sort of shows what I am talking about. One of the disciplines demonstrated by Aikido masters is to hold the fingers in an unbreakable circle. The position of the hand is the same as the gesture we use to mean “OK.” With the proper mental and spiritual outlook, the point where the thumb touches the finger is no weaker than any other point on the circle. This Aikido master invited a very strong young man to attempt to open his fingers. The young man broke the master’s finger, at the knuckle, but did not separate the finger from the thumb. The Master said he had neglected to strengthen his entire finger. (The story may be apocryphal, but that does not alter the point.)

These are all descriptions of human experience beyond the limits of normal human abilities or perceptions. Most of them, if they are not simple fabrications or delusions, have in common the presumption that spiritual factors have manifested in physical ways. For the complete skeptic, then, there is the question of what mechanism is there that causes these aberrations from normal, and what reason is there that prevents that mechanism from acting at all times. If superhuman effort is simply physically caused, why can it not be reliably recreated? (The argument applies to the spiritually engendered event, as well.)

<P ALIGN=“CENTER”>Tris</P>

You can only find truth with logic if you have already found truth without it.
G. K. Chesterton, (1874 - 1936)

If I knew what my limitations were, then I would know if I was exceeding them, but I don’t. :wink: Sometimes, yes, I will paint extremely well; well enough that I doubt I could ever recreate that piece. Sometimes I am so fumble-fingered and uninspired I wonder where on earth my talent has gone. When I am pleased with my work and it is going well, I feel certain that it will continue to do so (though it does not always happen that way; sometimes I start out sure and confident and everything starts amazingly well, but it falls apart in the last stages; sometimes the next day when I look at the piece I wonder why I thought it was so great). The times when everything “works” are rare, as rare as the times when everything doesn’t work. We are not simple machines that you can feed in X and get result Y; my work seems affected by the importance of the topic to me, the circumstances in my life, my mood, the time of day, even the strength of my arm. I doubt that anything requiring skill and luck and talent can be counted on to have easily and reliably reproducable results. To do something beyond what one can normally do does not seem so wildly unlikely to me; surely excellent concentration and a good dose of luck can push one far beyond the usual. I also think you should consider, not just the exceptionally good experiences, but the exceptionally bad ones as well. Surely your friend has also had days when he dropped every ball batted to him and couldn’t hit water if he fell out of a boat. Would that be a spirtual event–or the lack of one?

The details of what I have gone through are, really, inconsequential, at least to anyone who is not me or my spouse. Suffice to say that, at a time in my life when I was hurting, despondent, confused, all but given up, I went to God for comfort, received Christ into my life, and was comforted. I was “on fire for God” at least as much as Adam or anyone else is, and spent several years of my life that way, talking to God every day, letting him guide my life. Then, about a year after I was married, I began learning just enough history, religion and philosophy to be dangerous, decided that there was no more reason on the face of it for me to objectively believe the Bible anymore than Bullfinch’s “Mythology.” I sat down and examined what I was feeling and believing, and came to the conclusion that I doing nothing more than talking to a voice in my own head and performing enough self-analysis to make good decisions. So I simply stopped believing in the supernatural. (Not to be confused with the unusual; my wife can still speak in tongues.)

Anyway, I don’t think I have all the answers to life and death, I don’t know what happens to us when we die, I just have strong suspicions. Saturday afternoon, I buried my grandmother. Literally. I haven’t seen her in several years, because of some guilt and family issues; particularly that I did her and my father a dishonor when, in a fit of pique at age 18, I changed my last name. So, it was easier for us not to interact for a while, and now we never will again. She was not a contemptuous woman, or a hard-hearted woman–she was exactly the opposite, and I know deep down inside she forgave me and it wouldn’t have mattered to her in the long run. Saturday, I helped carry her coffin to her grave, and I helped to heap dirt on it after the service. I am as confused about life and death as I ever was. I’m just trying to do the best I can.

Gaudere raises a very valid objection to how I phrased my last attempt to define terms. However, the fault was not in my question but in my ability to communicate it (which probably has a lot to do with the topic of the thread, now that I come to think of it).

Okay, person X has an epiphanic experience. The previous metaphysical system (or lack thereof) of person X is only tangentially relevant. The question ought to be this:
[ul][li]Was something external to person X a causative agent of this experience?[/li][li]If so, what conclusions may be drawn from this?[/ul][/li]
This is not intended to necessarily lead to some arcane proof of the Christian God. I may have a slight tendency to troll on the question, but I deny categorically that that is my intent here. As one of those deluded/epiphany-receiving/misinterpreting people, it is very important to me to determine what the heck it was that I experienced. The fact that I believe it, on its own implied evidence, to be a manifestation of the Christian God is not germane to the question of what in fact it was. The latter is a belief state of mine, the basic phenomenon is an open-to-scientific-analysis down-to-earth event – admittedly subjective, but as such as thoroughly examinable as my alleging I saw a UFO or an episode of the Newlywed Game where the husband answered… :wink:

Unless we posit a potential set of worlds with only two elements, one under the aegis of the Christian God and the materialist nothing-but-phenomena one, there are a lot of possible interpretations.

So analyze, already. I already know that I “want” a world that makes sense, was at the time afraid of death, had a distant relationship with my recently deceased father which I wished had been closer. I could give you psychological reasons galore why it could have been a self-delusive experience. But the results, as Lib said on the related thread, do not bear that out. Either my self-delusions hit on the precise path needed to cure a completely different set of psychological shortcomings, or something external happened to me.

Though I am convinced it was an experience of God (sc., the Holy Spirit of the Christian Trinity), Phouka might place a whole different interpretation on it. The first question here is not What was it? but Was it (i.e., external)?

I note the one thing in common is a sense of connectedness, of being one with the Universe, not in some astral projection sense, but in being the unit that fits the place one is in. Exploration of this common thread may be worth pursuing as well.

While browsing today I ran across the following article:

The Presumptuousness of Atheism

I was wondering what others thought of his reasoning.

Peace.


† Jon †
Phillipians 4:13

Nav: I agree with the article. Agnosticism is the logical default state. Only evidence of some kind can bring a person more towards the theist or atheist state. Of course, not all atheist’s are like the atheist presumed by the article (I recognize though that it was simply an assumption which is perfectly valid to make to illustrate a point, I was not insulted by it, by any means).

From the article Navigator pointed to, above:

I’d be curious to know what “evidence against God’s existence” could possibly consist of. I mean, in another thread we’re having enough trouble trying to show that a videotape doesn’t exist, and here he wants people to show that God doesn’t?! Can’t be done. As I’ve said before, any omniscient being worth his salt can make a universe in which there is no evidence of his existence.

That said, I think he is wrong about the obligation, to some extent. If I say there is a one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eater living inside of Pluto, you might ask me for evidence. I may say that I believe in it, and since you can’t prove otherwise, you cannot stand against me. To do so would require just as much belief. Is this silly? Somewhat. But it’s pretty comparable. In this case, I’d be making the extraordinary claim. In the God case, theists are making the extraordinary claim. You want people to believe? Present your evidence. What’s that? You say that even David B notes that any God could make a universe without revealing evidence of himself? Yes, you’re right. So we have to take it on faith. And if God gets upset that we didn’t take him on faith after he failed to produce any evidence, that’s his problem.

Yes, it is. However, most people cannot be completely agnostic. I am agnostic, but I lean towards atheism for the reasons above – lack of evidence. I agree that I cannot say for certain that God does not exist. But I sure don’t see any evidence that he does.


Ignorance is Bliss.
Reality is Better.