There is a Buddhist saying to the effect that religion is like a finger pointing at the moon. The sad truth is that many get soooo caught up in studying the finger that they never see the moon. I believe that for many, their religious experience is simply an exchange of one ego construct for another. Perhaps the one is a less destructive, and maybe morally superior. Still, I sincerely doubt that it is any more spiritual.
I spent a substantial part of my life "thumping the Bible", and I was really good at it. Yet through that time, especially the time I spent at a "Christian" University, I became rather disillusioned. I knew that something was wrong with the Church, but I didn't know how to articulate it. I still consider myself a Christian, but I am definitely a nonconformist in my beliefs.
I view the scriptures now from a perspective that many Christians would call "New Age". However, I don't believe it is new at all. I often wonder if the "new agers" realize that Jesus taught what they believe. I don't think it's new at all. It is simply a spiritual truth that has been buried by the collective ego of Bapti-cees, or Phari-costals, or Whateveritans.(so to speak)
I do believe that God exists, and He expresses Himself through all of us. There is proof that God exists, there is. It is the kind of proof that no one can show you. You may think that is a convenient cop out, but it is precisely the message that the Buddhist was trying to convey. The doctrine is like a finger pointing at the moon. For those who do not believe it is because the fingers instructions make no sense, or perhaps they are simply too arrogant, and appalled by the very idea of recieveing instructions. Those who are pointing are often equally frustrated, because it seems so apparent, and so they point even harder, or perhaps they feel superior in thier experience, and arrogantly loft thier fingers in defiance of the non-believers.
In any case the focus is on the finger. Some say, "There is no proof of this moon thingy, all you have is your own stupid finger."
The others say, "Look, look at my finger. See? The moon is right there ....See now dummy?"
"Nuh-uh...that's just your finger dummy." is the reply.
The cycle is endless, and really has no effect on the presence of the moon. The moon handles it's luminescent business regardless. Lucky for us it is not dependent upon our beliefs, or fingers. Some of us for whatever reason occasionally look away from ourselves, (deny thyself or something) and almost by accident it would seem, we see the moon. The Once you see it you cannot help but to believe it. Just be careful to keep your attention there, and away from the pointing as often as possible.
I had one....my roomate called me at just the right moment. He actually wrecked his car, and wanted me to come pick him up.
"Of course I can come pick you up buddy!" (hallelujah)
I could tell by the look on her face that she thought it was prearranged, but it really wasn't, he actually wrecked his car at just the right moment to rescue me from a disaster date.
I don't think it could hurt. I have even done the same myself, but the church where I'm a member has really slim pickins in the singles class. I'm probably smooth enough to get a woman from the married class, but that just doesn't seem like the churchy thing to do.
School districts have the freedom to adopt any policy they choose, but they are still required to follow state and federal regulations.
From the Texas Penal Code Title 10:
§ 46.03. PLACES WEAPONS PROHIBITED. (a) A person commits an offense if the person intentionally, knowingly, or recklessly possesses or goes with a firearm, illegal knife, club, or prohibited weapon listed in Section 46.05(a): (1) on the physical premises of a school or educational institution, any grounds or building on which an activity sponsored by a school or educational institution is being conducted, or a passenger transportation vehicle of a school or educational institution, whether the school or educational institution is public or private, unless pursuant to written regulations or written authorization of the institution;
Okay I was wrong!
I know many school districts hire licensed & bonded security guards, or off duty police officers who carry firearms. I guess this district is trying to save a few bucks
I was with my little sweety the other day, and we were on our way somewhere and stopped at a traffic light. Suddenly she leans over from her booster seat, and punches me in the arm.
"Slug Bug!", she shouts.
"What?", I ask. "Where is a Slug Bug?"
"Wright dere!", she says in her darling little dialect, and pointing to the vehicle in front of us.
I quickly correct her, "Honey Bunny, that's a Chrysler PT Cruiser....see there's another one beside us."
"Oh," she says half disappointed, and then without missing a beat, she promptly slugs me in the arm again and shouts, "Cwuiser!"
Bobby Jo, ain't that the sweetest Texas name. I was twelve years old, in the sixth grade, and my family was living in Fort Worth at Carswell AFB. Bobby Jo lived across the street from me. She was also twelve, tall, brunette, brown eyes, dark olive complexion skin. Before Bobby Jo, I only had male friends. Most of the girls, the popular ones anyway, would either ignore me, or make fun of me. I don't really remember how it happened, I guess we just hung out so much because she lived so near, and then one day I asked her to be my girlfriend and she said yes. We did everything together. Whenever she got grounded by her parents, I would sit outside her window, and talk to her for hours. Her Father got transferred to Alaska, and that was the last I ever saw of her.
She was my first love, first girlfriend, the first to hold my hand, first kiss. After she moved, I noticed that the other girls at school began to take notice of me. They began to ask me for my number, and slip notes into my locker. They probably thought that since Bobby Jo was such a knockout, I had to be special, or she wouldn't have been my girlfriend.
Morganlee's never borin me with all the things to see in her sweet portfolio, it might be remiss to skip Marmaris where I could smack her, flip her, and rub her down with oleo.
(I know these are dorky, but I'm saving my good stuff)
RE: God vs. Science
The fool round-up thing came off to me as condescending I guess.I guess I had always imagined you to be above mudslinging ad hominem argument.