Dubious wrote: ↑Sun Aug 17, 2025 8:52 am
Martin Peter Clarke wrote: ↑Sun Aug 17, 2025 8:28 am
iambiguous wrote: ↑Sun Aug 17, 2025 2:49 am
Just out of curiosity, why do you suppose an existing God [an assumption] sent Hurricane Erin [with sustained winds of 160 miles per hour] on a path that does not threaten either the U.S. or Bermuda? Smack dab between them in the middle.
Imagine if this category 5 hurricane had become another Andrew? Or another Katrina?
Really, what do you suppose prompted Him to spare mere mortals this time?
And what prompted this post was a news segment I was told about in which a woman prayed to God, imploring Him to shift Erin's path away from the U.S. coastline. I really doubt that is actually true but why
are some "acts of God" considerably less deadly than others? Talk about mysterious ways.
Then back to this part:
https://youtu.be/WxEAb3BNo2Y?si=K1IuT9TTJuI_o9Fq
A black hole 5 billion light years from Earth, with a mass of 36.3 billion suns.
Connect the dots between that and a God, the God.
How to square the circle, of His absent presence,
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill;
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev'ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
William Cowper (pronounced 'Cooper'), 1773
The same year, "After being institutionalised for insanity, Cowper found refuge in a fervent evangelical Christianity. He continued to suffer doubt about his salvation and, after a dream in 1773, believed that he was doomed to eternal damnation." wiki
Been there.
With a poem like that, one I most admired since early days, if god is just that would be his passport into heaven. What he expresses was never better expressed by any poet before or after. I prefer it even to Alexander Pope's
Universal Prayer which is also great but a trifle too moralistic.
I can't find Alexander Pope's version, only Pope Clement XI's 1721 one.
My paraphrase of Means' 1899
Antigonish,
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a God who wasn't there!
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd come and stay.
AH!
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/ ... sal-prayer
The Universal Prayer
By Alexander Pope, 1738
Father of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Thou Great First Cause, least understood:
Who all my sense confined
To know but this—that thou art good,
And that myself am blind:
Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
And binding Nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This, teach me more than Hell to shun,
That, more than Heaven pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
For God is paid when man receives,
To enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth’s contracted span,
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round:
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy foe.
If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
To find a better way.
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another’s woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Mean though I am, not wholly so
Since quickened by thy breath;
Oh lead me wheresoe’er I go,
Through this day’s life or death.
This day, be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun,
Thou know’st if best bestowed or not,
And let thy will be done.
To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
One chorus let all being raise!
All Nature’s incense rise!
And its
flaw, that the likes of WLC perpetuate yet.