When I first started participating in the board, threads of the ilk “God is Real–a PROOF!” and “Proof that God Doesnt’ Exist” and “Does God Exist?” were present in abundance.
Nothing has changed.
One thing that strikes me over and over again (is that flagellation?) is the (to me) astonishing persistence of the notion that if God exists, i.e., if the term “God” references anything real and is a useful concept/term, it’s got to be the version taught to 8 year olds in Sunday School. God is a semi-translucent male bearded omnipotent entity and if He existed we ought to be able to obtain empirical evidence of His existence. Or else he, as thusly described, fails to exist.
Am I alone in never (at least not since the eruption of my first permanent teeth) considering God to have a physical existence, and in assuming that with the exception of nuts and fruitbats and calculated predatory pastoral types pretending a belief they do not truly hold, adults who ascribe to the notion that “God is real” believe in something that is not a tangible or physically existent reality?
Thinning out the ranks somewhat (perhaps), by the time I had a driver’s license I assumed that while communication with God felt to us like interacting with a wise and kind “presence” that had thoughts and feelings and opinions and perspectives much as we do, it was silly to really think that God was sitting around musing and considering things and developing opinions and having a different attitude towards some issue this week than He had a couple months ago. I figured that by definition, to be eternal meant not changing with the passage of time. Instead, God would be more akin to a reservoir of big-picture conclusively-good perspectives… principles, effectively. That one communicates with God makes it personal, causes us to experience God as Intentional not just as a set of rules governing how things work and how things would have to be in order to be ideal for us. But nevertheless as an abstraction.
Abstractions are real. Justice. Fairness. Compassion. Freedom. Community Belongingness. Clarity. Elegance. Humor. Flamboyance. Sincerity. Can you “prove” that any of these exist? It’s the wrong question, really, isn’t it? One would say, instead, are these terms useful, do they describe things and reflect our experiences of things in useful ways, do they serve to communicate to other people what we’re trying to talk about when we’re doing our best to put human experience into words? Abstractions are useful. Practical. Elements of our vocabulary that describe intangible things.
I assert: that there has been a set of human experiences that was given, among others, the name of “God”; that it is best comprehended as an abstraction personally felt, a communication-experience; that it tends to feel profound, that it tends to motivate and inspire.
I assert: that the English word “good” is of the same root as “God”, that the essence of this abstraction is all wrapped up in the pursuit of That Which Is The Good, being true to that and valuing it for its own sake. The trump card among abstractions.
I suggest: that the human species has found the term and the concepts to which it applies useful and reflective of enough personal experiences to be something undeserving of flippant dismissal stemming from a rejection of the babytalk oversimplifications rife within organized religion — the obtusely, stubbornly literal fairytale stuff of Sky Gods and comic-book Entities that is so well parodied here on the board as the Invisible Pink Unicorn.
I also suggest: that at least a very thick cable, if not the whole enterprise, of organized institutionalized religion is something that is antithetical and inimical to the above-described abstraction, and that these are to the reality what taxidermy is to wildlife. For every truly devout, personally inspired person within the clergy, there is at least one other similarly ensconced person who perceives all such sensibilities and awarenesses as dangerous and heretical, and who wants all spiritual truths to be defined, written down, established, and the process by which they came to us officially long over and quite dead. (And for each such pair, a couple dozen, probably, who were attracted to the lifestyle and a desire to do good and be regarded as the clergy is regarded, and who have ended up in their profession much as most other people end up in theirs, without overwhelmingly strong convictions being involved)