There is no God

Dedicated to all the wise ones out there… There is no God. They believe that blind, unintelligent forces of nature through the haphazard chaos of genetic mutations and the process of natural selection, produced the multitudinous myriads of majestic creatures that inhabit the earth. Click to read The Traveler and The Road Can a proton feel guilt? Will a neutron spread itself and sorrow over the death of a loved one? Yet atheists believe that from a tiny speck of inorganic, self-created matter, human consciousness and moral sensitivity evolved. Can they not see the utter ludicrousness in this pattern of thinking? Can you see it? Will you go to that rock poised gallantly on the roadside and begin a conversation with it? Surely the words of King David are bankable when he said “the fool has said in his heart there is no god”. “Well as president of the Universal Guild of Fools we are coming out boldly to declare

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Solomon’s Porch: Preamble

He was not one given to the overly dramatic except that one time when instead of castigating the woman caught in adultery he bowed his head and scribbled in the sand like a child or that other time when he spat into mud and used the mix to restore a blind man’s sight. Disclaimer: I am not an authority on these issues. I am operating with the mind of Christ and despite my own fickle and fragmental knowledge at times I trust that the Spirit of Christ will reveal to you the substance in this shadowy post. Please allow Grace to express itself in you. Special thanks to JMD for spurring me to write, to Tomi of Arike’s Art for speaking up and TJ for just being TJ. John 17 – New King James Version (NKJV): Jesus Prays for Himself 1. Jesus spoke these words, lifted up His eyes to heaven, and said: “Father, the hour has come. Glorify Your

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The Traveler

When I first put my hand down to write I imagined that He would speak to me softly: in soft tones and gentle timbres discharging the words like the slow trickle of a quiet stream. Picking my pen and dusting the cobwebs that had gathered in my mind, I conceived a number of stories that would delight you and take you on that long-awaited journey through vistas replete with a myriad of beautiful creatures and adventure. I imagined as a writer is wont to that every tale would give off a graceful vibe that would entertain the mind and quiet the raging of your soul. But He rejected them refusing to allow me venture on a quest to impress you. Then He spoke. His words raged like the wind with fiery outbursts interspersed within. Just as thunder His voice boomed large and loud from within me quizzing my every move. He riddled me with a barrage of questions. You would

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