Craig Paxton wrote:[quote="Nightlion"
We all need a hug now and again? So he invented it out of need.
So instead of accepting evolution as reality, something that is core to explaining biology, animal distribution and diversity and can actually be tested and proven to be true...you instead choose to just make ____ up to believe in.
Ummm ok.[/quote]
You assume too much.
First off, out of the weakness I was fated to be born to, {something got deleted here about my parents hatefulness}....beginning at age 17 a senior in High School with a D- GPA, although having been accomplished already as a sixties bass guitar rocker, I began to think past the script I had been scripted by two of the wickedest LDS (seemingly outwardly perfect) parents imaginable I left all the next summer to seek a resolution to my outrageous set up of a dysfunctional existence. I was inactive LDS feeling that the masturbation that cured my EVERY DAMN NIGHT bed wetting made me unworthy to bless the sacrament and my inactivity was shrugged off and I was let go as a home teaching companion as well. Not expecting help from God I nevertheless went out into the world after I did not even bother to show up to my graduation I did not deserve but my history teacher cave me a passing grade because I gave a few opinions in his class. The girl I loved since Junior High attempted a couple of interactions with me that I could not respond to because love was not something I could fathom as I had no clue about it.
The earliest memory I can recall is my 6 foot 4 23O pound prick who conceived me screaming at my 3 year old self " I will beat you to death you little crap, tear off your arm and beat you to death with it" to which my mom gave full consent. I never once got a kind look, hug, kiss, or acknowledgement from a woman who refuse to deliver me and had to be cut every which way, I was told, and pull me from the womb. (even though I was the third child)
But you see, God give us weakness so that we WILL come unto him that he might make us strong. But I did not know that. I never read scripture. I listened in Sunday School an could only imagine possible terrestrial glory for me, maybe. So I was no expecting much when I hitch-hiked to Denver and hung out with the Hippies in Boulder Canyon that summer after High School. When I got up from what was going to be a 'LOVE IN' in the park about Boulder, Colorado and left deciding not to continue with the Hippies, walking away in a slight drizzle of rain I felt the first uplift of spirituality.
I was being drawn of God and of course did not know it at the time. I got a very cheap car from a friend loaded it up with my bass amp and guitars and drove to L A. before winter began. I stopped playing with bands around LA after New Years 1970 having paid rent for the last time did nothing but walk eight miles out to the beach at Santa Monica and back home each day. I would sit and think and yearn to be healed all the day long for more than three weeks. On the way down to LA my car broke down in the middle of nowhere and there in the dark I first prayed a none rote prayer. I was yielding my heart to God all day everyday for those final weeks of January. Then I was praying in my room when it was put into my mind if I was willing to take upon me the name of Jesus Christ with full purpose of heart, at any hazard. YES, then again at what seemed to be a more earnest level of pure intent I was taken down and asked again the same thing, YES. Then a third time down to the depths of humility when I wrung out my whole soul to respond affirmatively. And that was enough. After I arose and went around to the other side of my bed and sat down there, I was visited of the power and presence of God making a change of my heart, might, mind and strength. It was fearful, and wholly unexpected as I had not so much as understood such a possibility accepting only that I was unworthy in the least.
Nobody gets that from God and returns to the world. You are suddenly, even though you do not yet even know it, a true prophet of God. Just like all the prophets who receive a New Heart From God.
For this present purpose I have had to explain that I know God. Therefore God is in all my thinking and certainly included in my thoughts about how life began. I proved the existence of God. I did not invent his healing me. I have lived a life of miracles as one might expect the last fifty years.
You are reckless to imagine that there is no God and you are free to think up whatever BS you like. But no. It does not stick. It is stupid. It is not true.
