The topics here in Common Ground have a special interest to me because it was in Philosophy 101 at the University of Utah that I first started to think seriously about God. Until that point I disregarded the topic of God as irrelevant. But in that class we had to talk about God everyday. We would read the great philosophers from opposite camps to get the balanced view. The professor just wanted us to learn to think critically. Well at the same time I was taking LSD, staying up all night philosophizing and listening to the Moody Blues, Blind Faith, and It’s a Beautiful Day ( all hippy bands, for you youngsters). On the Moody Blues album “In Search of the Lost Chord” there is a painting of a child with its umbilical cord spiraling out into space. I realized that the lost cord is not a musical chord but a symbolic umbilical cord representing our search to find the source of life, our creator! Events such as this were turning my mind and heart towards the realization that if there is a creator then life is best lived in harmony with that Creator. A friend invited me to a church that met outside in a park where heard that knowing God is based on His grace to me not my self improvement. I heard that God loved me and would transform me from the inside by His Spirit. Soon after I opened my heart as well as my head and found the start of friendship with our Creator; what a friend we have in Jesus! So it was a college philosophy class that was one of the tools God used in my life. I still appreciate critical thinking if it is honest, not just angry rage. Also being raised here in Utah I have acquired a pretty strong distrust of religion. I tend to be a bit of a problem even to other believers. I hope you can find something here to be challenged by.
“Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls” Jeremiah 6:16 NIV
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