My friend Jamie made a video about her understanding of Jesus. It's genuine and hysterical.
BTW, Jamie is super smart with a masters from the University of Chicago and the vice-president of the Women Thinking Free Foundation.
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Book of Judges Podcast
Our own Abbie, better known as אביגיל was on a podcast last week talking about the Book of Judges.
Go to her site to find the links.
You can find the Oklahoma Atheists website here.
They conduct the "Godcast" in a very casual style and there is drinking involved but they drill down way deeper into the books then I do here. I found it very entertaining and informative.
You can find the Oklahoma Atheists website here.
They conduct the "Godcast" in a very casual style and there is drinking involved but they drill down way deeper into the books then I do here. I found it very entertaining and informative.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
A Little More About Me
The first part of this thread can be found here.
When we last saw young Bruce, he was becoming enlightened regarding the psuedo-scientific world of UFOs, Big Foot, ESP and ghosts. His mom was happy, for a while anyhow.
She had taught our hero that, as Carl Sagan said (actually attributed toMarcello Truzzi), "extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence."
The only problem was I started questioning religion.
As I said earlier when I was in Catholic grade school, I was an alter boy. Before then I would sit in the pew during mass and recite the mass to myself. I knew it word for word. When I got to stand at the alter for the first time, my excitement turn quickly to confusion. I saw that the entire mass was written out on cards under glass. While serving mass, I would fixate on the priest and watch as he read the mass from the cards, rarely looking up. I noticed other priests did the same thing.
But I digress. I started asking adults the obvious questions a kid would ask.
"If he existed forever, what was God doing before he created everything?"
"If you have to know God to get into heaven, what happens to the people who never had the opportunity to know God? Amazon natives and such."
"Can astronauts see Heaven from the Moon?" The Apollo missions were going strong when I was in grade school.
And I started asking the smart ass, critical thinking questions that got angry stares from the nuns at school and annoyed my mom so much.
"If Thor, Odin and Asgard (I read the Thor comics as a kid) aren't real, how do we know Jesus, God and Heaven are real?"
"How could Noah fit all those animals in such a small boat?"
"What is a soul? How is that different from a ghost?"
The answers I received most often were of course "God works in mysterious ways." "It's not our place to ask those questions." or simply "don't ask such stupid question."
These answers of course never work for inquisitive kids. They just throw fuel on the fire.
In fifth grade my english teacher Sister Madonna broke a yardstick over my back for poor writing (HA, I just misspelled writing!) while at the blackboard. That pretty much sealed my disenchantment with the Catholic Church (for the record, all the other nuns and priests that I've known have been very kind, pleasant people. Sister Mary Ann, my collage film professor is my favorite teacher, ever.)
Between the "lazy" priest serving mass, the non-answers about God and the evil nun, organized religion had no appeal.
But I still believed in God.
To be continued...
When we last saw young Bruce, he was becoming enlightened regarding the psuedo-scientific world of UFOs, Big Foot, ESP and ghosts. His mom was happy, for a while anyhow.
She had taught our hero that, as Carl Sagan said (actually attributed toMarcello Truzzi), "extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence."
The only problem was I started questioning religion.
As I said earlier when I was in Catholic grade school, I was an alter boy. Before then I would sit in the pew during mass and recite the mass to myself. I knew it word for word. When I got to stand at the alter for the first time, my excitement turn quickly to confusion. I saw that the entire mass was written out on cards under glass. While serving mass, I would fixate on the priest and watch as he read the mass from the cards, rarely looking up. I noticed other priests did the same thing.
But I digress. I started asking adults the obvious questions a kid would ask.
"If he existed forever, what was God doing before he created everything?"
"If you have to know God to get into heaven, what happens to the people who never had the opportunity to know God? Amazon natives and such."
"Can astronauts see Heaven from the Moon?" The Apollo missions were going strong when I was in grade school.
And I started asking the smart ass, critical thinking questions that got angry stares from the nuns at school and annoyed my mom so much.
"If Thor, Odin and Asgard (I read the Thor comics as a kid) aren't real, how do we know Jesus, God and Heaven are real?"
"How could Noah fit all those animals in such a small boat?"
"What is a soul? How is that different from a ghost?"
The answers I received most often were of course "God works in mysterious ways." "It's not our place to ask those questions." or simply "don't ask such stupid question."
These answers of course never work for inquisitive kids. They just throw fuel on the fire.
In fifth grade my english teacher Sister Madonna broke a yardstick over my back for poor writing (HA, I just misspelled writing!) while at the blackboard. That pretty much sealed my disenchantment with the Catholic Church (for the record, all the other nuns and priests that I've known have been very kind, pleasant people. Sister Mary Ann, my collage film professor is my favorite teacher, ever.)
Between the "lazy" priest serving mass, the non-answers about God and the evil nun, organized religion had no appeal.
But I still believed in God.
To be continued...
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
A Little About Me
Who am I and why do I want to read the King James Bible?
My name is Bruce and I'm 49, married, and live in Chicago. I was raised Catholic but am now an Atheist.
When I was young, I went to Catholic elementary school and served as an altar boy for several years before heading into public high school, a local community college, and finally, graduating from a Catholic university. My family was very involved in the church. My mother was the first female to read from the gospel at our church back in the early 1970's. It was very controversial at the time but seems very benign now. After mass on Sundays, my family, along with others, would gather at the church rectory for a pot luck lunch. I was amazed that the priests would smoke, drink scotch and watch football with the other men at lunch. Work one hour a week, then party. I wanted to be part of this outfit!
When I was a child I was very curious about anything supernatural. Ghosts, UFOs, Bigfoot. If there was a blurry photo of it, I believed in it. My mother wanted me to be an oceanographer or work for NASA. She tried to explain to me that my belief in these things was silly because there was absolutely no evidence that they existed. A blurry photo or witness testimony was not evidence. I resisted for many years but eventually saw her point of view. My mom was happy when I gave up my silly beliefs, until I started asking questions about god.
To be continued...
My name is Bruce and I'm 49, married, and live in Chicago. I was raised Catholic but am now an Atheist.
When I was young, I went to Catholic elementary school and served as an altar boy for several years before heading into public high school, a local community college, and finally, graduating from a Catholic university. My family was very involved in the church. My mother was the first female to read from the gospel at our church back in the early 1970's. It was very controversial at the time but seems very benign now. After mass on Sundays, my family, along with others, would gather at the church rectory for a pot luck lunch. I was amazed that the priests would smoke, drink scotch and watch football with the other men at lunch. Work one hour a week, then party. I wanted to be part of this outfit!
When I was a child I was very curious about anything supernatural. Ghosts, UFOs, Bigfoot. If there was a blurry photo of it, I believed in it. My mother wanted me to be an oceanographer or work for NASA. She tried to explain to me that my belief in these things was silly because there was absolutely no evidence that they existed. A blurry photo or witness testimony was not evidence. I resisted for many years but eventually saw her point of view. My mom was happy when I gave up my silly beliefs, until I started asking questions about god.
To be continued...
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