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Commitment To The Unverifiable - LBC Post

Commitment to the Unverifiable, this week's LBC topic, seems to be a euphemism for belief in God, about whom we know but of whose existence we are unable to verify.  At least, not in the natural world.

So how do we know God exists?  Simple!  I read it in the Bible.

When I was a kid growing up in Catholic Ireland, we were more or less given to understand that you didn't have to take the Bible seriously, that it was written in a very different time by immature people. We only had to do what the priest told us and everything would be grand.  Grand, altogether.

I now know that that was a load of rubbish.  Complete nonsense and utter trash.  Sadly, many of the priests I met during my formative years mouthed platitudes and cliches and didn't believe even half nor quarter of what they were teaching us.  Of course, we didn't know what many of them were up to back then, but Jesus very wisely advised us (through the Bible) that anything done in darkness would one day be shouted from the rooftops.  That was completely true.

But I've also learnt that you have to be in the spirit when you're reading the Bible, reading along with the Holy Spirit and letting Him into your heart to tell us what the book is saying.  You also have to understand context and time and place regarding when the Book was written.

That's how I remain committed to the (apparently) unverifiable

The Loose Blogging Consortium, a small group of bloggers including RummuserThe Old FossilMaxi,, Shackman and Ashok, have been blogging along together for several years now, traditionally on Fridays.  With my hectic life, I often don't make it by Friday, but I try to blog along nevertheless.  I thank the group for the continued inspiration to blog when I otherwise wouldn't have done so.  This week's topic, Commitment to the Unverifiable is the contribution of  The Old Fossil, that amazing blogger from the USA.  My thanks are due also to freedigitalphotos.net for the above image, courtesy of Arvind Balaraman.

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  1. We're clearly on opposite ends of the spectrum here - if I had a dime (inflation) for every time I heard something similar to being with the Spirit when reading, etc. - but that's your experience and if it's what makes you happy, complete - picl whatever adjective you feel appropriate - then that's fine by me. Interesting commentary about the Catholic church of your youth in Ireland though. Nice post - equally as heartfelt as mine.

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  2. I'm not convinced reading the bible makes people believe in God. I've read it and I don't. Admittedly I didm't read along with His spirit - how could I if I don't believe he exists?

    I do accept though that my doubts are no more verifiable than your beliefs. Actually less so, because if you're right you'll know it in the next life.

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  3. The Truth is one but there are many paths leading to it and yours seems to work for you. If it works for you and you are not fanatical about sharing it with others, stay with it and be comforted.

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