Metmom's statement is objectionable because even if God gives them what thye want, it is still God's will that they have it. So, the "final decider" is God, not manas betty boop suggested.
Which leads me to sometimes think that when a person declares that God does not exist and that ones earthly life ends in eternal oblivion, then God, having desired mankind be possessed of free will, does not interfere in that persons belief.
But that's not what the Bible says, is it? The God of the Bible very much interferes in people's (dis)belief, be it that we are dealing with the Pharaoh or Judas, or with the entire Jewish nation. Most of the Old Testament is God refusing to not interferes in their disbelief by punishing them and exiling them, etc. so that they may believe.
And then you have our friend Paul who basically states that God has predestined everyone to either heaven or hell and that it is a decision made before any people existed. So, if you believe or disbeliever it is God's decision according to the Bible you believe in 100% as the inerrant word of God. So, where does free will come in?
Thought you might appreciate this Kosta...
The first is that we shouldnt spend too much time trying to answer the why questions:
Why me? Why must people suffer? Why cant someone else get sick? We cant answer such things, and the questions themselves often are designed more to express our anguish than to solicit an answer.
I dont know why I have cancer, and I dont much care. It is what it isa plain and indisputable fact. Yet even while staring into a mirror darkly, great and stunning truths begin to take shape. Our maladies define a central feature of our existence: We are fallen. We are imperfect. Our bodies give out.
But despite thisbecause of itGod offers the possibility of salvation and grace. We dont know how the narrative of our lives will end, but we get to choose how to use the interval between now and the moment we meet our Creator face-to-face.
Second, we need to get past the anxiety. The mere thought of dying can send adrenaline flooding through your system. A dizzy, unfocused panic seizes you. Your heart thumps; your head swims. You think of nothingness and swoon. You fear partings; you worry about the impact on family and friends. You fidget and get nowhere.
To regain footing, remember that we were born not into death, but into lifeand that the journey continues after we have finished our days on this earth. We accept this on faith, but that faith is nourished by a conviction that stirs even within many nonbelieving heartsan intuition that the gift of life, once given, cannot be taken away. Those who have been stricken enjoy the special privilege of being able to fight with their might, main, and faith to livefully, richly, exuberantlyno matter how their days may be numbered.
Third, we can open our eyes and hearts. God relishes surprise. We want lives of simple, predictable easesmooth, even trails as far as the eye can seebut God likes to go off-road. He provokes us with twists and turns. He places us in predicaments that seem to defy our endurance and comprehensionand yet dont. By his love and grace, we persevere. The challenges that make our hearts leap and stomachs churn invariably strengthen our faith and grant measures of wisdom and joy we would not experience otherwise.
You Have Been Called
Picture yourself in a hospital bed. The fog of anesthesia has begun to wear away. A doctor stands at your feet; a loved one holds your hand at the side. Its cancer, the healer announces.
The natural reaction is to turn to God and ask him to serve as a cosmic Santa. Dear God, make it all go away. Make everything simpler. But another voice whispers: You have been called. Your quandary has drawn you closer to God, closer to those you love, closer to the issues that matterand has dragged into insignificance the banal concerns that occupy our normal time.
Theres another kind of response, although usually short-livedan inexplicable shudder of excitement, as if a clarifying moment of calamity has swept away everything trivial and tinny, and placed before us the challenge of important questions.
The moment you enter the Valley of the Shadow of Death, things change. You discover that Christianity is not something doughy, passive, pious, and soft. Faith may be the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. But it also draws you into a world shorn of fearful caution. The life of belief teems with thrills, boldness, danger, shocks, reversals, triumphs, and epiphanies. Think of Paul, traipsing though the known world and contemplating trips to what must have seemed the antipodes (Spain), shaking the dust from his sandals, worrying not about the morrow, but only about the moment.
Theres nothing wilder than a life of humble virtuefor it is through selflessness and service that God wrings from our bodies and spirits the most we ever could give, the most we ever could offer, and the most we ever could do.
Finally, we can let love change everything. When Jesus was faced with the prospect of crucifixion, he grieved not for himself, but for us. He cried for Jerusalem before entering the holy city. From the Cross, he took on the cumulative burden of human sin and weakness, and begged for forgiveness on our behalf.
We get repeated chances to learn that life is not about usthat we acquire purpose and satisfaction by sharing in Gods love for others. Sickness gets us partway there. It reminds us of our limitations and dependence. But it also gives us a chance to serve the healthy. A minister friend of mine observes that people suffering grave afflictions often acquire the faith of two people, while loved ones accept the burden of two peoples worries and fears.
Most of us have watched friends as they drifted toward Gods arms not with resignation, but with peace and hope. In so doing, they have taught us not how to die, but how to live. They have emulated Christ by transmitting the power and authority of love.
I sat by my best friends bedside a few years ago as a wasting cancer took him away. He kept at his table a worn Bible and a 1928 edition of the Book of Common Prayer. A shattering grief disabled his family, many of his old friends, and at least one priest. Here was a humble and very good guy, someone who apologized when he winced with pain because he thought it made his guest uncomfortable. He retained his equanimity and good humor literally until his last conscious moment. Im going to try to beat [this cancer], he told me several months before he died. But if I dont, Ill see you on the other side.
His gift was to remind everyone around him that even though God doesnt promise us tomorrow, he does promise us eternityfilled with life and love we cannot comprehendand that one can in the throes of sickness point the rest of us toward timeless truths that will help us weather future storms.
Through such trials, God bids us to choose:...... Do we believe, or do we not?.... Will we be bold enough to love, daring enough to serve,.... humble enough to submit,..... and strong enough to acknowledge our limitations?.... Can we surrender our concern in things that dont matter so that we might devote our remaining days to things that do?
When our faith flags, he throws reminders in our way. Think of the prayer warriors in our midst. They change things, and those of us who have been on the receiving end of their petitions and intercessions know it.
It is hard to describe, but there are times when suddenly the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you feel a surge of the Spirit.... Somehow you just know: Others have chosen, when talking to the Author of all creation, to lift us upto speak of us!
This is love of a very special order. But so is the ability to sit back and appreciate the wonder of every created thing. The mere thought of death somehow makes every blessing vivid, every happiness more luminous and intense. We may not know how our contest with sickness will end, but we have felt the ineluctable touch of God.
What is man that Thou art mindful of him? We dont know much, but we know this: No matter where we are, no matter what we do, no matter how bleak or frightening our prospects, each and every one of us, each and every day, lies in the same safe and impregnable placein the hollow of Gods hand.
Tony Snow: 2007
Thought you might appreciate this Kosta...
The first is that we shouldnt spend too much time trying to answer the why questions:
Why me? Why must people suffer? Why cant someone else get sick? We cant answer such things, and the questions themselves often are designed more to express our anguish than to solicit an answer.
I dont know why I have cancer, and I dont much care. It is what it isa plain and indisputable fact. Yet even while staring into a mirror darkly, great and stunning truths begin to take shape. Our maladies define a central feature of our existence: We are fallen. We are imperfect. Our bodies give out.
But despite thisbecause of itGod offers the possibility of salvation and grace. We dont know how the narrative of our lives will end, but we get to choose how to use the interval between now and the moment we meet our Creator face-to-face.
Second, we need to get past the anxiety. The mere thought of dying can send adrenaline flooding through your system. A dizzy, unfocused panic seizes you. Your heart thumps; your head swims. You think of nothingness and swoon. You fear partings; you worry about the impact on family and friends. You fidget and get nowhere.
To regain footing, remember that we were born not into death, but into lifeand that the journey continues after we have finished our days on this earth. We accept this on faith, but that faith is nourished by a conviction that stirs even within many nonbelieving heartsan intuition that the gift of life, once given, cannot be taken away. Those who have been stricken enjoy the special privilege of being able to fight with their might, main, and faith to livefully, richly, exuberantlyno matter how their days may be numbered.
Third, we can open our eyes and hearts. God relishes surprise. We want lives of simple, predictable easesmooth, even trails as far as the eye can seebut God likes to go off-road. He provokes us with twists and turns. He places us in predicaments that seem to defy our endurance and comprehensionand yet dont. By his love and grace, we persevere. The challenges that make our hearts leap and stomachs churn invariably strengthen our faith and grant measures of wisdom and joy we would not experience otherwise.
You Have Been Called
Picture yourself in a hospital bed. The fog of anesthesia has begun to wear away. A doctor stands at your feet; a loved one holds your hand at the side. Its cancer, the healer announces.
The natural reaction is to turn to God and ask him to serve as a cosmic Santa. Dear God, make it all go away. Make everything simpler. But another voice whispers: You have been called. Your quandary has drawn you closer to God, closer to those you love, closer to the issues that matterand has dragged into insignificance the banal concerns that occupy our normal time.
Theres another kind of response, although usually short-livedan inexplicable shudder of excitement, as if a clarifying moment of calamity has swept away everything trivial and tinny, and placed before us the challenge of important questions.
The moment you enter the Valley of the Shadow of Death, things change. You discover that Christianity is not something doughy, passive, pious, and soft. Faith may be the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. But it also draws you into a world shorn of fearful caution. The life of belief teems with thrills, boldness, danger, shocks, reversals, triumphs, and epiphanies. Think of Paul, traipsing though the known world and contemplating trips to what must have seemed the antipodes (Spain), shaking the dust from his sandals, worrying not about the morrow, but only about the moment.
Theres nothing wilder than a life of humble virtuefor it is through selflessness and service that God wrings from our bodies and spirits the most we ever could give, the most we ever could offer, and the most we ever could do.
Finally, we can let love change everything. When Jesus was faced with the prospect of crucifixion, he grieved not for himself, but for us. He cried for Jerusalem before entering the holy city. From the Cross, he took on the cumulative burden of human sin and weakness, and begged for forgiveness on our behalf.
We get repeated chances to learn that life is not about usthat we acquire purpose and satisfaction by sharing in Gods love for others. Sickness gets us partway there. It reminds us of our limitations and dependence. But it also gives us a chance to serve the healthy. A minister friend of mine observes that people suffering grave afflictions often acquire the faith of two people, while loved ones accept the burden of two peoples worries and fears.
Most of us have watched friends as they drifted toward Gods arms not with resignation, but with peace and hope. In so doing, they have taught us not how to die, but how to live. They have emulated Christ by transmitting the power and authority of love.
I sat by my best friends bedside a few years ago as a wasting cancer took him away. He kept at his table a worn Bible and a 1928 edition of the Book of Common Prayer. A shattering grief disabled his family, many of his old friends, and at least one priest. Here was a humble and very good guy, someone who apologized when he winced with pain because he thought it made his guest uncomfortable. He retained his equanimity and good humor literally until his last conscious moment. Im going to try to beat [this cancer], he told me several months before he died. But if I dont, Ill see you on the other side.
His gift was to remind everyone around him that even though God doesnt promise us tomorrow, he does promise us eternityfilled with life and love we cannot comprehendand that one can in the throes of sickness point the rest of us toward timeless truths that will help us weather future storms.
Through such trials, God bids us to choose:...... Do we believe, or do we not?.... Will we be bold enough to love, daring enough to serve,.... humble enough to submit,..... and strong enough to acknowledge our limitations?.... Can we surrender our concern in things that dont matter so that we might devote our remaining days to things that do?
When our faith flags, he throws reminders in our way. Think of the prayer warriors in our midst. They change things, and those of us who have been on the receiving end of their petitions and intercessions know it.
It is hard to describe, but there are times when suddenly the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you feel a surge of the Spirit.... Somehow you just know: Others have chosen, when talking to the Author of all creation, to lift us upto speak of us!
This is love of a very special order. But so is the ability to sit back and appreciate the wonder of every created thing. The mere thought of death somehow makes every blessing vivid, every happiness more luminous and intense. We may not know how our contest with sickness will end, but we have felt the ineluctable touch of God.
What is man that Thou art mindful of him? We dont know much, but we know this: No matter where we are, no matter what we do, no matter how bleak or frightening our prospects, each and every one of us, each and every day, lies in the same safe and impregnable placein the hollow of Gods hand.
Tony Snow: 2007
1 Peter 2:4-8 As you come to him, a living stone rejected by men but in the sight of God chosen and precious, you yourselves like living stones are being built up as a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. For it stands in Scripture:
"Behold, I am laying in Zion a stone, a cornerstone chosen and precious, and whoever believes in him will not be put to shame."
So the honor is for you who believe, but for those who do not believe,
"The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone,"
and
"A stone of stumbling, and a rock of offense."
They stumble because they disobey the word, as they were destined to do.
Romans 9:30-33 What shall we say, then? That Gentiles who did not pursue righteousness have attained it, that is, a righteousness that is by faith; but that Israel who pursued a law that would lead to righteousness did not succeed in reaching that law. Why? Because they did not pursue it by faith, but as if it were based on works. They have stumbled over the stumbling stone, as it is written,
"Behold, I am laying in Zion a stone of stumbling, and a rock of offense; and whoever believes in him will not be put to shame."