This time here I'm going to step totally out of the "debate" mode and simply allow others to express their thoughts and hopes about God. I will not be responding to this thread at all. I also expect others who participate in the EvC forum to step back and not "argue" with the participants who might respond to this thread.
IN OTHER WORDS, THERE ARE TO BE NO RESPONSES IN THIS THREAD AT ALL. JUST LET EACH PERSON WHO RESPONDS RESPOND FROM THEIR OWN HEART.
I think this is only fair considering how much we Christians have messed up each other's perception of God by arguing with one another.
Since I will not be responding, I will trust that God guides the appropriate moderater that he chooses to respond to anyone who starts to make an issue of someone else's veiws (ie., starts to argue with other poster's points of views) within this thread.
PS: Please note that this information is fair game for other threads. It is, however, not to be used against each other within this thread itself -- since there are to be no arguments within this thread itself.
Sound of Silence - Paul Simon - "Wednesday Morning 3A.M.", 1964 writes:
Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one dare Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming. And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls." And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.