"If it dies, it's biology; if it blows up, it's chemistry;
if it doesn't work, it's physics!" - John Wilkes
As quoted from grafitti on a bathroom wall.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
I had an epiphany!
Last night, about 3:00 a.m., I awoke and had the strangest thought, and then I realized it was an epiphany! You know, I wrote the other day about skeptics and their tactics used to try and discredit Christian believers.
Well, I mentioned this guy named Rob Smith aka "latsot" and how he has said this and that in emails and in comments and I don't understand why he keeps harassing me, claiming to call my employer, etc., etc., etc.
Guess what? Rob Smith aka "latsot" doesn't even exist!!! He is just a fictional character that I made up because I needed somebody to hold me accountable!
How do I know he doesn't exist or how can I prove he doesn't exist? Well that's quite easy. I have never seen the guy, don't know whether that is his real name or the one I just made up. I don't know what he does, or where he lives, or his phone number, the color of his hair, the sound of his voice... NOTHING! I know nothing, because I made him up, and if you tell me you know who he is, I will say, you can't prove it by me... you have to show him to me!
Those are the same words skeptics like this "fictional" character Rob Smith aka "latsot" use when I tell them that I know God exists!
You see, the difference is this: 1. I see God every morning and night! 2. I talk to God every day and night! 3. He speaks to me often! 4. I hear His voice and He hears mine! 5. I know precisely where He lives and what He does! 6. God authored a best selling book, the Bible. And if I walked down my little cozy neighborhood street, I would guess that more than half of my neighbors know Him and own His best seller!
I emailed my little imaginary friend Rob Smith aka "latsot" and told him to buy my book if he wanted to know more about me. You know what he said? Send me a copy and I will read it and write an honest review.
Guess what? That's right... he didn't give me an address to send it, because he doesn't have an address - he lives in my head - Rob Smith aka "latsot" is just a little crutch I have conjured up in my head to give me company.
I bet he is P.O.ed at me, because now he knows, that I can turn my back on him and forget about him! So long Rob Smith... you were fun for a while but now I am tired of you!