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Go to: What do you say to your faith-based neighbors?

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"You have faith .... I have reasonable expectations based on prior evidence."

Brilliant. Can I use it?

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 05:40:36 UTC | #926329

Go to: A New Way of Thinking -- Faircloth Interview

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don't think any amount of persuasion or dialog that I would post would or could change the minds of those who have already convinced themselves that there is no God.

On the contrary, we would be absolutely delighted to be persuaded, if anyone came up with any evidence at all. You haven't.

It is easier for a child to enter the Kingdom of God than an intellectual because their minds haven't been polluted by the ways of the world and the speculations and wisdom of man.

... because children, to a certain age, will believe anything they are told, and do not yet have the intellectual capacity to question the information they are given. Children also believe in santa claus and fairies and imaginary friends and monsters under the bed.

Then we grow up.

I only proclaim that Jesus is who He says that He is

Jesus, if he ever existed, is now dead. He "is" not who he says he is, because he doesn't exist, any more than Shakespeare or Julius Cesear or my grandmother. What evidence do you have otherwise?

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 05:27:50 UTC | #926327

Go to: Tim Minchin on his love of Christmas

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(Oops, sorry. I got so enthusiastic I posted the text twice. Can someone remind me how to edit? Or can't we do that any more?)

Wed, 21 Dec 2011 03:15:18 UTC | #901564

Go to: Tim Minchin on his love of Christmas

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Comedian? - I agree that's a matter of taste. But I defy you to read this (preferably aloud) and say that as a lyricist, the man is not a genius:

Thank You God (Sam's Mum)

I have an apology to make. I’m afraid I’ve made a big mistake. I turned my face away from you, Lord.

I was too blind to see the light. I was too weak to feel Your might. I closed my eyes; I couldn’t see the truth, Lord.

But then like Saul on the Damascus road, you sent a messenger to me, and so…

Now I've have had the truth revealed to me. Please forgive me all those things I said. I’ll no longer betray you, Lord. I will pray to you instead.

And I will say “Thank you, thank you, thank you God. Thank you, thank you, thank you God.”

Thank you God for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum.

I had no idea but it’s suddenly so clear now. I feel such a cynic. How could I have been so dumb?

Thank you for displaying how praying works: a particular prayer in a particular church. Thank you Sam for the chance to acknowledge this omnipotent opthamologist.

Thank you God for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum. I didn’t realize that it was so simple, but you’ve shown a great example of just how it can be done.

You only need to pray in a particular spot to a particular version of a particular god, and if you pull that off without a hitch, he will fix one eye of one middle-class white bitch.

I know in the past my outlook has been limited. I couldn’t see examples of where life had been definitive. But I can admit it when the evidence is clear, as clear as Sam’s mum’s new cornea.

That’s extremely clear! Extremely clear!

Thank you God for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum. I have to admit that in the past I have been skeptical but Sam described this miracle and I am overcome!

How fitting that the sighting of a sight-based intervention should open my eyes to this exciting new dimension. It’s like someone put an eye chart up in front of me and the top five letters say: I C G O D.

Thank you, Sam, for showing how my point of view has been so flawed. I assumed there was no God at all but now I see that’s cynical. It’s simply that his interests aren’t particularly broad.

He’s largely undiverted by the starving masses, or the inequality between the various classes. He gives you strictly limited passes, redeemable for surgery or two-for-one glasses.

I feel so shocking for historically mocking. Your interests are clearly confined to the ocular. I bet given the chance, you’d eschew the divine and start a little business selling contacts online.

Fuck me Sam, what are the odds that of history’s endless parade of gods that the God you just happened to be taught to believe in is the actual one and he digs on healing, but not the AIDS-ridden African nations, nor the victims of the plague or the flood-addled Asians, but healthy, privately-insured Australians with common and curable corneal degeneration

This story of Sam’s has but a single explanation: a surgical God who digs on magic explanations. No it couldn’t be mistaken attribution of causation, born of a coincidental temporal correlation, exacerbated by a general lack of education vis-a-vis physics in Sam’s parish congregation. And it couldn’t be that all these pious people are liars. It couldn’t be an artifact of confirmation bias, a product of groupthink, a mass delusion, an Emperor’s New Clothes-style fear of exclusion.

No, it’s more likely to be an all-powerful magician than the misdiagnosis of the initial condition, or one of many cases of spontaneous remission, or a record-keeping glitch by the local physician.

No, the only explanation for Sam’s mum’s seeing: they prayed to an all-knowing superbeing, to the omnipresent master of the universe, and he liked the sound of their muttered verse.

So for a bit of a change from his usual stunt of being a sexist, racist, murderous cunt, he popped down to Dandenong and just like that, used his powers to heal the cataracts of Sam’s mum – of Sam’s mum!

Thank you God for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum! I didn’t realize that it was such a simple thing. I feel such a dingaling, what ignorant scum!

Now I understand how prayer can work: a particular prayer in a particular church in a particular style with a particular stuff and a particular book for particular problems that aren’t particularly tough, and for particular people, preferably white, for particular senses, preferably sight – a particular prayer in a particular spot, to a particular version of a particular god.

And if you get that right, He just might take a break from giving babies malaria and pop down to your local area to fix the cataracts of your mum! I have an apology to make. I’m afraid I’ve made a big mistake. I turned my face away from you, Lord.

I was too blind to see the light. I was too weak to feel Your might. I closed my eyes; I couldn’t see the truth, Lord.

But then like Saul on the Damascus road, you sent a messenger to me, and so…

Now I've have had the truth revealed to me. Please forgive me all those things I said. I’ll no longer betray you, Lord. I will pray to you instead.

And I will say “Thank you, thank you, thank you God. Thank you, thank you, thank you God.”

Thank you God for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum.

I had no idea but it’s suddenly so clear now. I feel such a cynic. How could I have been so dumb?

Thank you for displaying how praying works: a particular prayer in a particular church. Thank you Sam for the chance to acknowledge this omnipotent opthamologist.

Thank you God for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum. I didn’t realize that it was so simple, but you’ve shown a great example of just how it can be done.

You only need to pray in a particular spot to a particular version of a particular god, and if you pull that off without a hitch, he will fix one eye of one middle-class white bitch.

I know in the past my outlook has been limited. I couldn’t see examples of where life had been definitive. But I can admit it when the evidence is clear, as clear as Sam’s mum’s new cornea.

That’s extremely clear! Extremely clear!

Thank you God for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum. I have to admit that in the past I have been skeptical but Sam described this miracle and I am overcome!

How fitting that the sighting of a sight-based intervention should open my eyes to this exciting new dimension. It’s like someone put an eye chart up in front of me and the top five letters say: I C G O D.

Thank you, Sam, for showing how my point of view has been so flawed. I assumed there was no God at all but now I see that’s cynical. It’s simply that his interests aren’t particularly broad.

He’s largely undiverted by the starving masses, or the inequality between the various classes. He gives you strictly limited passes, redeemable for surgery or two-for-one glasses.

I feel so shocking for historically mocking. Your interests are clearly confined to the ocular. I bet given the chance, you’d eschew the divine and start a little business selling contacts online.

Fuck me Sam, what are the odds that of history’s endless parade of gods that the God you just happened to be taught to believe in is the actual one and he digs on healing, but not the AIDS-ridden African nations, nor the victims of the plague or the flood-addled Asians, but healthy, privately-insured Australians with common and curable corneal degeneration

This story of Sam’s has but a single explanation: a surgical God who digs on magic explanations. No it couldn’t be mistaken attribution of causation, born of a coincidental temporal correlation, exacerbated by a general lack of education vis-a-vis physics in Sam’s parish congregation. And it couldn’t be that all these pious people are liars. It couldn’t be an artifact of confirmation bias, a product of groupthink, a mass delusion, an Emperor’s New Clothes-style fear of exclusion.

No, it’s more likely to be an all-powerful magician than the misdiagnosis of the initial condition, or one of many cases of spontaneous remission, or a record-keeping glitch by the local physician.

No, the only explanation for Sam’s mum’s seeing: they prayed to an all-knowing superbeing, to the omnipresent master of the universe, and he liked the sound of their muttered verse.

So for a bit of a change from his usual stunt of being a sexist, racist, murderous cunt, he popped down to Dandenong and just like that, used his powers to heal the cataracts of Sam’s mum – of Sam’s mum!

Thank you God for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum! I didn’t realize that it was such a simple thing. I feel such a dingaling, what ignorant scum!

Now I understand how prayer can work: a particular prayer in a particular church in a particular style with a particular stuff and a particular book for particular problems that aren’t particularly tough, and for particular people, preferably white, for particular senses, preferably sight – a particular prayer in a particular spot, to a particular version of a particular god.

And if you get that right, He just might take a break from giving babies malaria and pop down to your local area to fix the cataracts of your mum!

Wed, 21 Dec 2011 02:12:11 UTC | #901555

Go to: A Christian child?

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'Tell me are you a Christian child?',

Marc Cohn had it right - 'Ma'am I am tonight!'

Mon, 17 Oct 2011 23:18:59 UTC | #881644

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