I was just sitting here thinking about all the gods humans worship while eating a bowl of split pea and ham soup.
That’s when the thought hit me.
Isn’t it ironic (a bit) that Muslims don’t eat pork, yet their god is named ‘Mo Hammed?”
This is not meant to be offensive. I mean, as a Christian, I’ve talked about coming up with the “perfect” brand of cheese, so delicious it will “save” any party occasion. I would call the line of cheese products: “Cheeses Christ.”
God has a sense of humor, right? Why else would we half the laugh mechanism?
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Well, my mindset is that the prophet and God are one, like Jesus and God and such. So, in my altered state and narcoled fog, I just made, falsely, the association with Mohammed and Allah. It was a temporary snap, and you should practice some good spirituality by forgiving me instead of launching a heartless ad homeinigwem attack against me.
As Jesus said, "You without stones don't sin because if you do, then stones may be thrown at you, by people who are also sinners, and that's wrong!"
"If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with Him in all His glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?"
- Eric Bazilian / Joan Osborne
I think I'm Buddhalicious.
Buddha said "What we think, we become." Frank Zappa said "You are what you eat."
~rthomas
As long as you don't waste it on "what is the answer to life, the universe, and everything?" That's already been answered.
I can refer you to many books, both fictional (see below) and non-fiction, on the topic if you want.
I personally would ask for an explanation of how we are simultaneously under God's complete sovereignty and yet also have free will - and while I'm at it I'd ask the related question of how light seems to be both a wave and a particle.
Oh and Joan Osborne is silly - since all the questions in her song have basically been answered =)
--Till We Have Faces, C.S. LewisWhen the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?