Originally posted by: O2bnVegas
My husband was raised in Catholic schools. According to him the "penguins" were often quite severe in meting out consequences. Dyslexia wasn't recognized, neither was lazy eye, both which very negatively impacted his early learning and left him with eyesight in only one eye for life. But I digress.
Sounds like you were more inquisitive than the average bear than your teachers were comfortable with.
I think most people have difficulty with a lot of what is in the Bible. Translated initially from Greek, how many thousands of years ago? How bad must it have smelled on that ark? Maybe human senses weren't fully developed until much later?
For the definition of "love" I personally turn to I Corinthians 13:4-7, Apostle Paul's letter to the church at Corinth. In the KJV it is "charity". For modern purposes it distinguishes Jesus' love from the romantic.
Candy
Well, there's a wide range of how people regard the Bible--as literal, absolute truth (which only a moron would); as a guidebook for believers, with campfire stories and some actual history mixed in; "a book of beautiful allegorical tales and poetry," as in "Inherit the Wind" (Scopes' defense attorney).
I was referring to God's (alleged) love for the souls he (supposedly) created. Think about this: God is supposed to be omnipotent and omniscient. Therefore, she knows the future. Therefore, she knows that a certain number of souls she creates are going to hell...right? Isn't it an act of unspeakable cruelty to create a being who, after a brief period of earthly existence, is doomed to suffer horribly for all eternity?
it gets worse! If God already knows what she's going to do, then prayer is useless! Think about it! You can't get her to change her mind, because she already knows what she's going to do! When we pray for Tiny Tim to not die of syphillis, and he doesn't, that doesn't mean our prayers were answered; it means that he was never going to die in the first place! Prayer has no more causal influence than rubbing a horseshoe while watching the Super Bowl!
The above two questions were beyond the ability of the penguins to answer, and boy, did that make them mad at me!
My dad wanted me to attend Catholic high school. He thought that religious schools offered a better education than public school. He wasn't at all religious and almost never went to church. I really, really didn't want to continue being taught by the God Squad; I was well aware that due to the daily hour of religious instruction, I was behind in math, languages, and science. So without telling my parents, a month before I would have been a freshman at God Squad, I hopped on a bus and went there to talk to the principal and several teachers. I expressed all of my doubts, questions, and reservations. Two weeks later, a letter arrived, telling my parents that I "was not suited" to be a God Squad" student. Too bad!