If there is a god, why are there innocent people suffering?
Christianity is the only worldview that not only gives value to us as humans, but also does so by humbling it's savior. Our Savior. Jesus Christ. Our Lord. God.
He loves us so much, unconditionally in fact, that He actually sent His only son to the earth to die for us. For everyone. We are all equally and infinitely loved by Him. Osama Bin Laden. Mother Teresa. Barack Obama. He died for all of us; thereby declaring our value to Him.
He didn't die to save the animals. He didn't die for nature. He died for His spiritual children. For us. In today's world, societies everywhere believe that we humans are no more significant than the animals. Everything is god and we are all god and we are all the same. Sometimes people will put a limit on it and say, "Well, okay maybe dogs. We're all equal to dogs and up, but not insects or rodents." My first response to that would be: "Well aren't they 'god' too? Isn't 'god' in insects and rodents too? Aren't they the same as dogs?" But for argument's sake, let's just go along with their belief no matter how contradicting it is.
So everyone is equal to dogs, eh? If there is a human baby and a puppy in the middle of the road with a big semi truck racing towards them both, and you can only save one, which would it be? Duh, the human baby. Let's go even further. Let's say the dog is closer to you and the baby is on the other side of the road but still in danger... I think anyone in his right mind would still making a diving effort to save the baby.
But why?
Because we have value. Because we know this value that God has given us. Maybe the world can't explain it, but they know it. It's a sense of justice. A sense of morality. A sense of conviction. A sense of value, sacrifice, and love. Unconditional love!
If there is a god, why do innocent people suffer?? How could there be a god that would let this horrible injustice happen? There can't be! ... right?
If there is no god, what makes these people innocent, and who cares if they suffer.
What I'm About
- holmes
- Ensenada, B.C., Mexico
- It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
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