Boy, have I become mouthy since my first post, or what? I've had this account for about a year (really I don't remember when) but never posted until last week. Now I'm getting the hang of this posting business. It seems I have more to talk about than I had previously thought. Who knew? Plus, no one has commented yet or told me off, so basically I'm just amusing myself with my own rants. For me, that's all the reason I need to go on another rant.
I could be fretting over what is fixing to happen tomorrow, the election - and the end of the United States as I know it. But I will put that off until tomorrow. Why fret about things I can't change?
Instead I'm going to use this space to post some thoughts about two books I've been reading: There is a God: How the World's Most Notorious Atheist Changed His Mind by Antony Flew with Roy Abraham Varghese, and Dewey: the Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vicki Myron with Bret Witter.
I knew there had to be some honest atheists out there and I was right! Antony Flew is one. He has changed his mind about atheism, much to the chagrin of his former followers, and now believes there is a God, based on the evidence. Gasp!! You mean there is evidence of intelligent design throughout the universe? Sorry, I'm being sarcastic. I just couldn't help myself. Few people are going to read this anyway and they probably won't comment, so I'm throwing caution to the wind.
So the darling of atheism has changed his mind. Ouch! That's gotta hurt The First Church of Atheism. And now their Pope (Dawkins, et al) and individual members of the congregation are busy scrambling, trying to explain away Flew's change of mind, ignoring that it has to do with scientific EVIDENCE. Instead, they say he's old, he's senile, he's full of **** (I like that last one the best - it really shows the academic nature of their criticism!) He has converted from atheism to deism. He now believes there is sufficient evidence of a god who created the universe but is like an absent landlord, uninterested in the affairs of his creation. Okay, well that's a start.
This puts me in mind of a chance meeting with another ex-atheist I met, of all places, in an AOL chat room. This happened within the past 8 to 10 years I think. Her screenname was THYWORD (yes, all caps) or something similar that left no question that this woman had changed her mind. She says it happened in increments. First she said there is no god, then that there is some kind of god, then finally that there is a God and Jesus Christ is the exact representation of Him. I lost touch with her, sadly.
So I still hold out hope for Antony Flew that he may yet revise his views about this creator he has finally acknowledged and accept the truth of Christianity. One who changes his mind based on evidence is an honest person. It's been said that if your worldview never changes from one decade to the next, you might need to check your pulse; you might be dead.
You'd think that Flew's conversion to deism would give all atheists pause. Maybe it has and they're just not willing to talk about it. Instead there have been a barrage of attacks on his character, his age, and his mental status (not to mention the content of his bowels.) I saw a video of Dawkins criticizing Flew's conversion in a speech given to an audience at Liberty University in Virginia. He off-handedly and condescendingly sneared about Flew's "old age" in the same voice that the Grinch told Cindy Lou Who why her Christmas tree had to be taken back to the shop. Dismissive, cunning, and deceitful, just like the Grinch. Coincidence? I think not! Dawkins is not interested in the fact that Flew has reiterated his continuing belief that there is no afterlife and that he still has no reason to take Pascal's wager, "...in his old age..." If truth were paramount to Dawkins, he might have to admit that there is a God based on scientific evidence. He needs to check his pulse.
Well, enough of this academic pursuit! Now on to the good stuff.
Dewey: the library cat....is a surprisingly good read. I expected it to be about Dewey's antics on this day or that day; instead it's about that plus the town of Spencer and the life of the author Vicki Myron. Where I had expected a collection of boring cat stories, I got involved in the life of the author and the town in which she lived, and met Dewey, by chance - who lived a charmed life at the library despite the abuse he suffered at the beginning of his life, which was the reason he became the library cat. No wonder it's on the NY Times bestseller list.
It's not surprising that I'm reading both these books at the same time, as they stimulate my philosophical and social needs. I highly recommend both.