A Case For Agnosticism :)
I want to share with you the reason why I don’t even bother to think about god (God, gods, etc) that much, and see you guys’ opinions on it. This is the story of my experience with religion, but I don’t want people to get mentally mired in all of the tradition about God that they’ve been taught. So, I’ve changed some key names and places to protect the identities of the innocent ;)
Here’s my experience - I know how to live my life; I know what types of behaviors make me happy and what type of behaviors make me unhappy. Some crappy stuff randomly happens sometimes, but it’s the same for everyone so I just keep on working to make it better and move on. Life is pretty simple.
Then, one day, someone comes up to me and asks me if I know Bob.
“Who’s Bob?” I ask.
This person says, “Well, no wonder crappy stuff happens to you sometimes. You have to talk to Bob to get all of that fixed.”
I think this is great. It seems like everyone has crappy stuff happen to them now and then, but all we have to do is go talk to Bob and he can take care of it. Man, we should have done this years ago; we’d have a whole lot fewer problems in the world.
“Okay,” I say, “Let’s go see Bob.”
This person says, “Well, you can’t see Bob.”
“Why not?”, I ask.
I am told, “Well, you see, Bob lives in a tiny town very far away. It’s really hard to find. And even if you know where it is, its so dangerous that you can’t really survive the trip. You won’t ever see him while you’re alive.”
“Well, why’d you even bring him up?” I ask. “I already know how to make the best of my life. You got all my hopes up that I can have this magically perfect, no-problem life; but in reality, Bob is so far away that I can’t even interact with him. He can’t do anything for my life.”
I’m ready to go back to being pretty happy in a generally easy life, but I’m stopped on my way out the door. “No, you don’t get it,” I’m told. “You can’t go meet him, but he’s a pretty important guy. You think you are making the decisions that make you happy or sad, but he has pretty much total control over it.”
I say, “Well, does it matter? I mean, if I can’t talk to him then is there anything I can do about it?” By now I’m pretty upset. Everything in my experience told me that I’m in charge of what I do, but it turns out that this guy is calling all the shots.
I’m told, “Yeah. You can’t talk to him, but come into this church where we have some stationary. You can write him a letter.”
“Great! I’ll write to ask him what I should do to have a perfect life, and when he writes me back everything will be wonderful!” I exclaim.
“Woah, wait a second,” the man says. “He doesn’t actually write back.”
“What?!” By this point I’m a bit confused. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. As long as I write him this letter, then he’ll take care of me all the time, right?”
“Not always,” says the man. “You have to do exactly what he wants. Only when you behave as he wants you to will things work out for you all the time.”
“But if he doesn’t write back to me, how will I know what to do?”
“Well,” the man says, “Bob actually gave us this book awhile back. It says what you should do in it.”
After taking a read through it I say, “A lot of this stuff is pretty much up for interperatation. Actually, a lot of it could contradict other parts of the book depending on how you interperate it. How will I know if I’m doing it right?”
The man smiles. “That’s when you hear back from Bob. He’ll let you know.”
“Oh, that’s great. I’ll finally get to hear back from Bob and get some straight answers. Will he call me? I can send my number in the letter I write to him.”
“No, no, no. He doesn’t call you. He communicates through seemingly natural means. He’ll hear you, and then he’ll respond by means of the things happening in your life.”
I’m again confused. “You mean, you think he’s talking to me because the same type of stuff is happening that happened before I wrote him this letter? That’s strange. When he came to give you this book, did you ask him why he communicates that way?”
“Well, I actually haven’t ever seen him either. This book was around a really long time before I was even born,” admits the man.
Finally, I’m no longer confused. I say, “I get it. You’re crazy, right? Are you on meds?”
“No, no, no,” says the man, “Bob really exists. I write him letters all of the time, just like the book says to do. And then, stuff happens in my life that makes me pretty happy.”
I’ve given up at this point. “That kind of stuff happened to me before I’d even heard of Bob.
I don’t think Bob even exists. I think you’re crazy.”
The man already has his retort prepared. “If I’m crazy, then where did the book come from? I didn’t make Bob up; everybody but you knew about him before I was even around. If Bob isn’t in his little shack making stuff happen, then how come so much stuff happens, huh? You have no proof that Bob doesn’t exist.”
I agree with the man that I can’t prove Bob doesn’t exist. At this point I just don’t think it matters. My life functions the way it functions. This is true whether or not Bob is living in his little shack in the backwoods of wherever. But I do think this man made up all of the stuff about how to communicate with Bob to make your life better. It just doesn’t seem to make sense. So I leave my letter unwritten and walk out of the church. As I’m leaving, however, I hear tons of people having conversations about Bob out on the street. I suddenly realize I’ve made a grave mistake. I start running around asking, and it turns out that everyone knows about Bob. Of course he exists, or else how could everybody know about him? I have to write Bob a letter and find out how I need to act for him, or else my life is screwed.
I run up to the first group of people I see and ask for Bob’s address. I’m ready to write my letter, but they all hand me different addresses.
“How do I know which one to write to?”
Nobody seems to agree, but I have an easy way to solve this problem.
“His address is in the book, right? Let me see your book and then I’ll just look it up.” Then they each hand me a different book. Each book has a different address in it. I think, “Okay, it doesn’t really matter what address he’s at. If I just do what he tells me, then my life will be fine, right?”
So I crack open these books… and they all have different instructions, all from Bob. “Which one of these is right?” I ask.
Every person says their own book is correct. I have to get to the bottom of this. “How do you know your book is correct?” I start asking people.
The answer is always, “Well, it says it is correct right there in the book.”
“But how do you know the book isn’t lying to you?” I ask.
“Well, the book says not to question it. Bob likes faith. It says so, right there in the book. I don’t want Bob to stop making good stuff happen in my life sometimes, so I really have to follow it.”
Then another man runs up. He says, “Wait, it’s okay! You don’t have to write to Bob. I have the addresses of all his siblings, and they have the same powers as he does!”
I’m pretty happy about this until a huge argument insues. The first group thinks that Bob is an only child. In fact, it says so in most of their books.
There really wasn’t anything to do. I couldn’t be sure that I could do Bob’s will and have a happy life. So, instead, I stop thinking about Bob and pay attention to what I can do to make my life good. And then, life was pretty simple. Life was pretty happy. I looked at all of the people arguing about Bob, waiting for Bob to go fix their problems while I was out fixing my own. It seemed like I was quite a bit happier than most of the people who followed Bob.
Oh Bob, you minx.
And that is my case for Agnosticism. No minx, books, or men named Bob were hurt in the making of this story.
Thoughts?
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It’s not about your life getting better here on earth. It’s about the war ragging in the Spiritual Realm over a human beings soul. Because of Adam and Eve sin, our Physical Domain was turned over to satan. Anyone born into this domain became the property of satan by default.
In order to defect from satan’s ownership, one had to confess, with one’s mouth, Bob’s LORD whose name is YAHSHUA (or JESUS) as his/her Savior. By doing this, transfer of ownership is initiated but not complete in the Spiritual Realm which is the Invisible Realm for us.
This act begins the relationship that will lead you to actually experiencing a meeting of Bob’s LORD or HEAVENLY HOST in your life. Just like your desire to drive your car. You had to study a manual on the driving Laws of your State and eventually read the Owners Manual of your car before navigating the highways of this life…
Same for the HOLY BIBLE…it does the exact same thing. It takes time to learn, adjust, correct and perfect. It is a new lifestyle in this “End of Ages” dispensation prior to the “TEST”. A new, if you will, Citizenship.
If he “Called” you Khalivarsha², come, share and allow me to re-introduce you to Bob’s LORD.
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