God vs Science

 
‘Let me explain the problem science has with religion.’ The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

‘You’re a Christian, aren’t you, son?’


‘Yes sir,’ the student says.


‘So you believe in God?’


‘Absolutely.’


‘Is God good?’


‘Sure! God’s good.’


‘Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?’


‘Yes’


‘Are you good or evil?’


The Bible says I’m evil.’


The professor grins knowingly. ‘Aha!
The Bible!‘ He considers for a moment. ‘Here’s one for you. Let’s say there’s a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?’


‘Yes sir, I would.’


‘So you’re good…!’


‘I wouldn’t say that.’


‘But why not say that? You’d help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn’t.’


The student do es not answ er, so the professor continues. ‘He doesn’t, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?’


The student remains silent.


‘No, you can’t, can you?’ the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.


‘Let’s start again, young fella. Is God good?’


‘Er..yes,’ the student says.
 


‘Is Satan good?’


The student doesn’t hesitate on this one. ‘No.’


‘Then where does Satan come from?’


The student falters. ‘From God’


‘That’s right. God made Satan, didn’t he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?’


‘Yes, sir.’


‘Evil’s everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything, correct?’


‘Yes’


‘So wh o created evil?’ The professor continued, ‘If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.’


Again, the student has no answer. ‘Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?’


The student squirms on his feet. ‘Yes.’


‘So who created them?’


The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. ‘Who created them?’ There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. ‘Tell me,’ he continues onto another student. ‘Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?’


The student’s voice betrays him and cracks. ‘Yes, professor, I do.’


The old man stops pacing. ‘Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?’


‘No sir. I’ve never seen Him.’


‘Then tell us if you’ve ever heard your Jesus?’


‘No, sir, I have not.’


‘Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?’


‘No, sir, I’m afraid I haven’t.’


‘Yet you still believe in him?’


‘Yes’


‘According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?’


‘Nothing,’ the student replies. ‘I only have my faith.’


‘Yes, faith,’ the professor repeats. ‘And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.’


The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. ‘Professor, is there such thing as heat?’

‘ yes.


‘And is there such a thing as co ld?’


‘Yes, son, there’s cold too.’


‘No sir, there isn’t.’


The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. ‘You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don’t have anything called ‘cold’. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such th ing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees.’


‘Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.’


Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

‘What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?’


‘Yes,’ the professor replies without hesitation. ‘What is night if it isn’t darkness?’


‘You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? That’s the meaning we use to define the word.’


‘In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?’


The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. ‘So what point are you making, young man?’


‘Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.’


The professor’s face ca nnot hide his surprise this time. ‘Fl awed? Can you explain how?’


‘You are working on the premise of duality,’ the student explains.. ‘You argue that there is life and then there’s death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can’t even explain a thought.’


‘It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.’


‘Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?’


‘If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.’


‘Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?’


The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where th e argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.


‘Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?’


The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.


‘To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.’


The student looks around the room. ‘Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor’s brain?’ The class breaks out into laughter.


‘Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor’s brain, felt the professor’s brain, touched or smelt the professor’s brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.’


‘So if science says you h ave no brain, how can we trust your lecture s, sir?’


Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.


Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. ‘I guess you’ll have to take them on faith.’


‘Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,’ the student continues. ‘Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?’


Now uncertain, the professor responds, ‘Of course, there is. We see it everyday It is in the daily example of man’s inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.’


To this the student replied, ‘Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God’s love present in his heart. It’s like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.’  


The professor sat down.



PS: the student was Albert Einstein

3 comments July 23, 2008

J-Bay parra paartie?

Is hierdie moontlik die eerste in ‘n reeks verbode fotos wat geneem is tydens die J-Bay bosparra partytjie geneem is?

40 comments July 22, 2008

Incredible connection- Here I come….

8 comments July 21, 2008

Aspoestertjie- lesse om ter harte te neem of nie….

Ek het lank as kind gewonder hoekom is Cinderella se Afrikaanse naam Aspoestertjie- steeds kan niemand vir my sê nie, maar ek het tot die besef gekom dat die vertaler of Hollands was of ‘n ‘pervert’.  Cinderella se naam is in Engels afgelei van die cinders wat sy moes verwyder uit die vuurherte. Ek verstaan die As-gedeelte van die Afrikaanse naam, maar die tweede deel bly nogsteeds ‘n raaisel.

Aspoestertjie word as ‘n onskuldige kinderverhaal voorgehou, maar die lesse wat geleer word is alles behalwe dit wat mens eintlik vir jou kinders wil leer. Sy verteenwoordig ‘n distorsie van realiteit, die realiteit waarin daar verwag word dat ons, ons belonings moet verdien.

Een van die eerste lesse te leer uit Aspoestertjie is dat stiefma’s sleg is. Dit is inteendeel al so dat as mens die woord stiefma hoor mnes onwillekeurig dink aan sleg.  Om alles te kroon versterk sy die passiewe mentaliteit van diewat hulle lot as onderdrukte aanvaar terwyl hulle wag op een of ander misterieuse mag om hulle te kom red.

In die vehaal word Aspoestertjie uiteindelik ‘n prinses en sy vergewe haar stiefma en stiefsusters al moes hulle voor die hof gesleep gewees het vir kindermishandeling! Aspoestertjie is pateties!, maar nietemin hou ons van die idee dat die sagmoedigheid eindelik sal seevier. Om die doel te bereik moet die goeie fee haar met elegante klere en juwele voorsien sodat sy na die bal kan gaan. Die prins sien Aspoestertjie raak agv haar ordadige juwele en klere. Sy verdien niks, behalwe miskien ‘n verskoning van haar huismense en sakgeld vir dienste gelewer. Tog kry sy dit reg dat die prins met haar trou. En hierdie is nie die les wat ons, ons kinders behoort te leer nie. Daar is belangriker dinge as skoonheid, duur en mooi klere en duur juwele- intelligensie, onafhanklikheid, goeie selfbeeld, verantwoordelikheid en selfmotivering- hierdie is ongelukkig nie van Aspoerstertjie se karaktertrekke nie.

Dalk is dit tyd dat ons die Aspoestertjie mentaliteit laat gaan en die jeug bekendstel aan die ware waardes van die lewe- Jy moet werk vir jou beloning!

12 comments July 21, 2008

HPCSA-WTF?

19 comments July 17, 2008

Daylight robbery courtesy of ABSA!

Soos meeste nou teen die tyd weet het ek Junie in Europa spandeer- all expenses paid en ek het nog benewens alles ‘n klein S&T toelaag gekry. Nou weet ek nie of dit is omdat ek ‘n Jodin is of nie, maar ek het my S&T toelaag baie goed bestuur, sodanig so dat ek ‘n paar euro Suid-Afrika toe gebring het.  As gevolg van omstandighede het ek nie tyd gehad om die euros in rande om te sit nie- nie in Europa op CDG in Parys nie en ook nie by O.R Tambo in Johannesburg nie. En dit is presies hier waar ek tot op hede die GROOTSTE gly in ABSA- spesifiek- en al die Suid-Afrikaanse banke gevang het!

Terug in Bloemfontein- nadat die tas eers uitgepak was en al die geskenkies uitgedeel was is ek na die naaste ABSA tak toe. Hou asseblief in gedagte dat vlgs www.news24.com die euro @R12.48 verhandel het- nou ja, wat bied ABSA my vir ‘n euro aan? R11,90 en hulle vat 2% kommisie.  Sou ek dieselfde dag euro’s gekoop het sou ek R13,12/euro betaal het plus natuurlik die 2% kommisie. Ek kan natuurlik nie die euro’s direk in my rekening inbetaal nie, want dan sal die struikrowers nie geld maak nie! Ek het toe gelukkig teen ‘n ietwat beter koers die geld by Standard Bank geruil. Nou het ek letterlik ‘n beursie vol geld wat ek moet deponeer- terug ABSA toe- en die bliksems vra my R100 bankfooie omdat ek kontant deponeer!

Trevor Manuel kla gedurig dat die gemiddelde Suid-Afrikaner nie spaar nie, maar alles op krediet koop. Feite, maar wie kan spaar as die banke jou geld so steel? My suster se dogtertjie is 10 jaar oud en het ‘n spaarrekening by ABSA- elke maand word daar geld vir haar gespaar- dws slegs depositos en geen ontrekkings nie. Verjaardag gelde ens word ook gespaar asook enige oorskot van haar sakgeld. Hoe leer jy ‘n kind om te spaar as hy/sy R100 deponeer en direk na die deposito net R92 het, einde van die maand word die ‘admin kostes’ verhaal van die rekening en dan is daar net R 84 van die oorspronklike R100 oor. Sy is gelukkig sy kry darem 2,25% rente per jaar! G’n wonder Suid-Afrikaners koop alles op krediet nie- dit is goedkoper as om te spaar!

Die ontstaan van die frase ‘Daylight robbery’:

Meaning

Blatant and unfair overcharging.

Origin

This isn’t used to describe actual robberies - whatever time of day they might take place. It is a figurative phrase that associates an instance of unfair trading with actual robbery. Not just any old robbery, but one so unashamed and obvious that it is committed in broad daylight.

It would be nice to locate the origin of this phrase, so let’s go back to the 1690s. Like many English monarchs, William III was short of money, which he attempted to rectify by the introduction of the much-despised Window Tax. As the name suggests, this was a tax levied on the windows or window-like openings of a property. The details were much amended over time, but the tax was levied originally on all dwellings except cottages. The upper classes, having the largest houses, paid the most. Some wealthy individuals used their ability to pay as a mark of status and demonstrated their wealth by ostentatiously building homes with many windows.

Hardwick Hall - more glass than wallWhat the Cavendish family, who owned Hardwick Hall (built 1590s), thought about it isn’t recorded. On the one hand, they had cause for complaint - the property was famous for its light and airy interiors, as celebrated in the rhyme: “Hardwick Hall, more glass than wall”. On the other hand, they were extremely rich and well able to pay.

Taxes are rarely popular, but the Window Tax, which was considered to tax the very stuff of life, i.e. light and air, was singled out for particular loathing. People went to great pains to avoid paying it and many windows were bricked up for that reason. Many examples of buildings with brick window panels, sometimes with painted-on trompe l’oeil windows, still survive.

fake windows - avoiding window taxThe sight of such windows is so much part of the English architectural folk memory that the example pictured, of a recently built property in Poundbury, Dorset, appears to have been built with fake bricked-up windows, even through the tax itself is long since abolished.

So, that’s the case for the prosecution: the English were robbed of their daylight by the Window Tax. That’s daylight robbery in anyone’s book, so do we need to look any further for the origin of the phrase? Well, yes we do.

Let’s move to the 20th century for the case for the defence. The phrase isn’t known in print until 1916 in Hobson’s Choice, a comic play by Harold Brighouse. Even there the context doesn’t explicitly link it to unfair overcharging or the like. We have to wait until 1949 for a citation that is clearly related to a purchase, in Daniel Marcus Davin’s Roads from Home:

“I can never afford it, said his sister. It’s daylight robbery.”

So, if the phrase came from the Window Tax, why no mention of it in print for over two hundred years after the tax was introduced?

If we are looking for evidence that is beyond reasonable doubt, the Window Tax story doesn’t provide it. Unless and until evidence that relates the phrase to the tax is found we have to say that the origin is unknown

18 comments July 14, 2008

‘n Jonge Cheetah?

5 comments July 11, 2008

Siesa!

Uiteindelik kan ek die hout van my lessenaar sien en ek is min of meer op datum met die meeste van my korrespondensie- teel papiere as jy jou rug draai?- en ek besluit toe om maar die ou acer scraptop wat toevallig nog onder waarborg is terug te vat Incredible Disconnection toe sodat Acer vir my ‘n nuwe CD/DVD dryf kan insit. Daar gekom is daar so ‘n moerse cocky mannetjie agter die hulptoonbank wat homself nie kan help nie, maar dit is ‘n storie op sy eie! “Wat bedoel jy hy werk nie?” - ag tog wat verstaan die persoon nie? Of iets werk of hy werk nie. “Het jy die drywers gecheck?” Ag my donner ek was al 20x deur die troubleshooting! Nou wil hy net seker maak ek wil nie verniet my laptop vir twee weke tot drie maande by hulle inboek nie en daar sien ek dit! Die walglikste vuilste naels wat ek in my lewe nog gesien het! Ek was skoon naar! Nie eers ‘n werktuigkundige se naels is so vuil nie. Ek sal verseker my scraptop ontsmet as ek hom terug kry! Ek dink daar behoort sekere standaarde te wees wat gevolg behoort te word as jy met die publiek wil werk. As dit nie nodig was om die acer juis daar in te gee nie sou ek regtig my besigheid elders geneeem het.

6 comments July 8, 2008

Proudly South African or not…….

Alle goeie dinge kom tot ‘n ent, of altans so sê die spreekwoord. Dit is dan nou ook so dat my maand in Europa heentemal te gou verby gegaan het. Van al die plekke waar ek gewerk en gekuier het was Ierland sekerlik die plek met die vriendelikste mense. Almal wil graag weet van Suid-Afrika en dit is juis nou hier waar ek met groot omsigtigheid die waarheid vertel het- misdaad was nie eers genoem nie, altans nie direk nie, maar per implikasie. Hoe meer ek vertel van ons almal se ‘Devils fork’ heinings en 2 meter hoe mure, hoe groter word die Iere se oe! Ek vertel van die huise wat alarms het en natuurlik ‘armed reaction’ wat daarmee saamgaan aangesien die SAPD ons nie kan of wil beskerm nie. Ek vertel van handsakke, selfone, sonbrille ens wat liefs uit die oog gebere moet word nie net as jy parkeer nie, maar ook as jy ry. Ek vertel van hoe ons onself moet toesluit helder oordag in ons huise en in ons kantore en na donker waag mens dit maar moeilik op straat. Ek vertel van die huise se diefwering en sensors in die tuine om jou vroegtydig te waarsku as daar indringers in die erf is. Ek vertel van hoe kinders deesdae geisoleerd grootword omdat hulle nie in groepe in die buurt sosialiseer nie. En ek vertel nog baie ander stories- alles waarheid. Ek vertel egter nie van die absolute minagting van menseregte nie of van die kinders wat jaarliks ontvoer, verkrag en vermoor word nie. Ek vertel nie van ons impotente, inkompetente, (?alkoholis) president met sy tonnel visie nie. Ek wou, maar ek kon nie….. Erens het ek darem nog so bietjie trots.

Almal praat van die paddas wat in die pot geplaas word- die een vroeg terwyl die water verhit word en die ander as die water reeds warm is. Die uiteinde is dat die een wat vroeg in die water geplaas was te laat agterkom hy is letterlik en figuurlik in die sop terwyl die tweede een dadelik uitspring sodra hy die water tref. Na ‘n maand uit die pot het ek agtergekom dat die water in Suid-Afrika baie naby aan kookpunt is.

25 comments July 2, 2008

Gunsteling Manlike Soprane

Rosalind se skrywe oor die Castrati het my laat dink aan van my gunsteling mans/seuns soprane en hier is die bewyse.  Sit terug draai die volume oop en geniet dit.

 

5 comments June 25, 2008

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