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megimoo
05-16-2011, 03:06 PM
British scientist Stephen Hawking has branded heaven a "fairy story" for people afraid of the dark, in his latest dismissal of the concepts underpinning the world's religions......The author of 1988 international best-seller "A Brief History of Time" said in an interview with The Guardian published on Monday that his views were partly influenced by his battle with motor neurone disease.

"I have lived with the prospect of an early death for the last 49 years. I'm not afraid of death, but I'm in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do first," he told the newspaper......."I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark."

Hawking's stance on religion has hardened significantly in the nearly quarter century since the publication of his seminal work on the cosmos.

In "A Brief History of Time" he suggested that the idea of a divine being was not necessarily incompatible with a scientific understanding of the Universe......But in his 2010 book "The Grand Design" he said a deity no longer has any place in theories on the creation of the universe in the light of a series of developments in physics.

Hawking has achieved worldwide fame for his research, writing and television documentaries despite suffering since the age of 21 from motor neurone disease that has left him disabled and dependent on a voice synthesiser.

http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=CNG.4f8ccccd2e38de074f4c1305131c47e 4.491&show_article=1

jendf
05-16-2011, 04:28 PM
Poor guy is in for a rude awakening.

ralph wiggum
05-16-2011, 04:34 PM
Poor guy is in for a rude awakening.

There are no wheelchairs in heaven...or hell.

fettpett
05-16-2011, 04:34 PM
Poor guy is in for a rude awakening.

yep, but expect our resident anti-theist to tell you otherwise

megimoo
05-16-2011, 05:20 PM
There are no wheelchairs in heaven...or hell.
Why wheel about when you can fly ?
I find it amusing that most of these over educated Cambridge types at some point in their lives find it necessary to go on record as denying the existance of GOD.Hawking should know better.

FlaGator
05-16-2011, 06:14 PM
There are no wheelchairs in heaven...or hell.

Hell might have wheelchairs but I'm willing to bet it doesn't have ramps. Hell lacks and ADA.

nightflight
05-16-2011, 06:31 PM
He won't be spouting off such crap when he's burning forever in the lake of fire.

Glory!

Wei Wu Wei
05-16-2011, 07:46 PM
Hell might have wheelchairs but I'm willing to bet it doesn't have ramps. Hell lacks and ADA.

lol hawking is going to be in hell, at the bottom if one giant staircase, with heaven and the top where he can just see it

Rockntractor
05-16-2011, 07:51 PM
There are no wheelchairs in heaven...or hell.

But are there fairies?:confused:

wilbur
05-16-2011, 08:36 PM
He won't be spouting off such crap when he's burning forever in the lake of fire.

Glory!

Amen!

megimoo
05-16-2011, 09:00 PM
Amen!With you at his side !

MrsSmith
05-16-2011, 09:08 PM
With you at his side !

Let us most sincerely hope and pray that both have their eyes opened before it is too late.

megimoo
05-16-2011, 11:57 PM
Let us most sincerely hope and pray that both have their eyes opened before it is too late.I agree.Even Willie will have a place at the table.

enslaved1
05-17-2011, 02:31 PM
It amazes me that people with so much intelligence can't put the pieces of the Bible together. Taken as a whole, it makes sense, even to us less than super geniuses. Even worse, so many people will just hear this and say "if someone that smart thinks Heaven is just a fairy tale (could he have used a more demeaning term?) then I don't need to do any investigating or study myself".

Arroyo_Doble
05-17-2011, 02:33 PM
It amazes me that people with so much intelligence can't put the pieces of the Bible together. Taken as a whole, it makes sense, even to us less than super geniuses. Even worse, so many people will just hear this and say "if someone that smart thinks Heaven is just a fairy tale (could he have used a more demeaning term?) then I don't need to do any investigating or study myself".

I think it is safe to say that more people have a firm understanding of our cultural religion than those who know, or care, who the wheelchair guy is.

FlaGator
05-17-2011, 02:40 PM
lol hawking is going to be in hell, at the bottom if one giant staircase, with heaven and the top where he can just see it

There is a unique justice in that if Hawking is wrong.

noonwitch
05-17-2011, 02:49 PM
It amazes me that people with so much intelligence can't put the pieces of the Bible together. Taken as a whole, it makes sense, even to us less than super geniuses. Even worse, so many people will just hear this and say "if someone that smart thinks Heaven is just a fairy tale (could he have used a more demeaning term?) then I don't need to do any investigating or study myself".


Maybe he's never studied the Bible. There's a difference between reading it and studying it.

Non believers are not likely to investigate Christianity further, though, when those who are charged with spreading the message of a compassionate God who reconciled the world with him through the sacrifice of his son express glee at the idea of those who disagree with them burning in hell for eternity. They don't necessarily separate the message and it's original source from the person delivering it to them.

Arroyo_Doble
05-17-2011, 02:52 PM
Maybe he's never studied the Bible. There's a difference between reading it and studying it.

Non believers are not likely to investigate Christianity further, though, when those who are charged with spreading the message of a compassionate God who reconciled the world with him through the sacrifice of his son express glee at the idea of those who disagree with them burning in hell for eternity. They don't necessarily separate the message and it's original source from the person delivering it to them.

Apparently, Heaven is a special place for those who enjoy schadenfreude.

megimoo
05-17-2011, 02:55 PM
I think it is safe to say that more people have a firm understanding of our cultural religion than those who know, or care, who the wheelchair guy is.

He is, after all a World renowned astrophysicist and professor .His reputation causes people to pay attention to his words and his confinment to a wheel chair hasn't affected his mind or his works.
..As he grows older, he faces the end of his life, he grows frustrated with his hidden GOD and so becomes an bitter,philosophical atheist .

And so...“No diety will save us; we must save ourselves.” –Paul Kurtz

Or again..“The impossibility of conceiving that this grand and wondrous universe with our conscious selves arose through chance seems to me the chief argument for the existence of God.” –Charles Darwin

“No problem is more crucial for a naturalistic view of the world than the mind-body problem.” –Roy Wood Sellars

And finally :
“Truth will ultimately prevail where there is pains taken to bring it to light.” –George Washington

CueSi
05-17-2011, 03:14 PM
Maybe he's never studied the Bible. There's a difference between reading it and studying it.

Non believers are not likely to investigate Christianity further, though, when those who are charged with spreading the message of a compassionate God who reconciled the world with him through the sacrifice of his son express glee at the idea of those who disagree with them burning in hell for eternity. They don't necessarily separate the message and it's original source from the person delivering it to them.

That's why I think my pastor shies away from preaching about hell. I have seen him talk about it only two times in the nearly 10 years at my church. There's no joy there. He prolly won't speak about it much especially since he had a near fatal heart attack. I know that while it didn't shake his faith, it DID make things more than just abstractions.

But that's why some people think he should talk about it more, since he can do it w/o any of those things you mentioned.

~QC

megimoo
05-17-2011, 05:53 PM
That's why I think my pastor shies away from preaching about hell. I have seen him talk about it only two times in the nearly 10 years at my church. There's no joy there. He prolly won't speak about it much especially since he had a near fatal heart attack. I know that while it didn't shake his faith, it DID make things more than just abstractions.

But that's why some people think he should talk about it more, since he can do it w/o any of those things you mentioned.

~QC

My personal views on hell are we have chosen to Divorce ourselves from Our Loving GOD and he continues to persue us all of our lives but we still turn our backs.
As long as we live he still comes to us in love.When we finally die he leaves along to mourn our wilfull loss for all eternity...That in my mind is hell...

From my grammar school days


The Hound of Heaven

Francis Thompson (1859 - 1907 / Preston / England)


I fled Him down the nights and down the days
I fled Him down the arches of the years
I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears
I hid from him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated
Adown titanic glooms of chasme d hears
From those strong feet that followed, followed after
But with unhurrying chase and unperturbe d pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat, and a Voice beat,
More instant than the feet:
All things betray thee who betrayest me.

I pleaded, outlaw--wise by many a hearted casement,
curtained red, trellised with inter-twining charities,
For though I knew His love who followe d,
Yet was I sore adread, lest having Him,
I should have nought beside.
But if one little casement parted wide,
The gust of his approach would clash it to.
Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.
Across the margent of the world I fled,
And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,
Smiting for shelter on their clange d bars,
Fretted to dulcet jars and silvern chatter
The pale ports of the moon.

I said to Dawn --- be sudden, to Eve --- be soon,
With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over
From this tremendous Lover.
Float thy vague veil about me lest He see.
I tempted all His servitors but to find
My own betrayal in their constancy,
In faith to Him, their fickleness to me,
Their traitorous trueness and their loyal deceit.
To all swift things for swiftness did I sue,
Clung to the whistling mane of every wind,
But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,
The long savannahs of the blue,
Or whether, thunder-driven,
They clanged His chariot thwart a heaven,
Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn of their feet,
Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.
Still with unhurrying chase and unperturbed pace
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
Came on the following feet, and a Voice above their beat:
Nought shelters thee who wilt not shelter Me.

I sought no more that after which I strayed
In face of Man or Maid.
But still within the little childrens' eyes
Seems something, something that replies,
They at least are for me, surely for me.
But just as their young eyes grew sudden fair,
With dawning answers there,
Their angel plucked them from me by the hair.
Come then, ye other children, Nature's
Share with me, said I, your delicate fellowship.
Let me greet you lip to lip,
Let me twine with you caresses,
Wantoning with our Lady Mother's vagrant tresses,
Banqueting with her in her wind walled palace,
Underneath her azured dai:s,
Quaffing, as your taintless way is,
From a chalice, lucent weeping out of the dayspring.

So it was done.
I in their delicate fellowship was one.
Drew the bolt of Nature's secrecies,
I knew all the swift importings on the wilful face of skies,
I knew how the clouds arise,
Spume d of the wild sea-snortings.
All that's born or dies,
Rose and drooped with,
Made them shapers of mine own moods, or wailful, or Divine.
With them joyed and was bereaven.
I was heavy with the Even,
when she lit her glimmering tapers round the day's dead sanctities.
I laughed in the morning's eyes.
I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,
Heaven and I wept together,
and its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine.
Against the red throb of its sunset heart,
I laid my own to beat
And share commingling heat.

But not by that, by that was eased my human smart.
In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek.
For ah! we know what each other says,
these things and I; In sound I speak,
Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.
Nature, poor step-dame, cannot slake my drouth.
Let her, if she would owe me
Drop yon blue-bosomed veil of sky
And show me the breasts o' her tenderness.
Never did any milk of hers once bless my thirsting mouth.
Nigh and nigh draws the chase, with unperturbe d pace
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
And past those noise d feet, a Voice comes yet more fleet:
Lo, nought contentst thee who content'st nought Me.

Naked, I wait thy Love's uplifted stroke. My harness, piece by piece,
thou'st hewn from me
And smitten me to my knee,
I am defenceless, utterly.
I slept methinks, and awoke.
And slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.
In the rash lustihead of my young powers,
I shook the pillaring hours,
and pulled my life upon me.
Grimed with smears,
I stand amidst the dust o' the mounded years--
My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.
My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,
Have puffed and burst like sunstarts on a stream.
Yeah, faileth now even dream the dreamer
and the lute, the lutanist.
Even the linked fantasies in whose blossomy twist,
I swung the Earth, a trinket at my wrist,
Have yielded, cords of all too weak account,
For Earth, with heavy grief so overplussed.
Ah! is thy Love indeed a weed,
albeit an Amaranthine weed,
Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?
Ah! must, Designer Infinite,
Ah! must thou char the wood 'ere thou canst limn with it ?
My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust.
And now my heart is as a broken fount,
Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
From the dank thoughts that shiver upon the sighful branches of my
mind.

Such is. What is to be ?
The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind ?
I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds,
Yet ever and anon, a trumpet sounds
From the hid battlements of Eternity.
Those shaken mists a space unsettle,
Then round the half-glimpse d turrets, slowly wash again.
But not 'ere Him who summoneth
I first have seen, enwound
With glooming robes purpureal; Cypress crowned.
His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.
Whether Man's Heart or Life it be that yield thee harvest,
Must thy harvest fields be dunged with rotten death ?

Now of that long pursuit,
Comes at hand the bruit.
That Voice is round me like a bursting Sea:
And is thy Earth so marred,
Shattered in shard on shard?
Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest me.
Strange, piteous, futile thing;
Wherefore should any set thee love apart?
Seeing none but I makes much of Naught (He said).
And human love needs human meriting ---
How hast thou merited,
Of all Man's clotted clay, the dingiest clot.
Alack! Thou knowest not
How little worthy of any love thou art.
Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,
Save me, save only me?
All which I took from thee, I did'st but take,
Not for thy harms,
But just that thou might'st seek it in my arms.
All which thy childs mistake fancies as lost,
I have stored for thee at Home.
Rise, clasp my hand, and come.
Halts by me that Footfall.
Is my gloom, after all,
Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
Ah, Fondest, Blindest, Weakest,
I am He whom thou seekest.
Thou dravest Love from thee who dravest Me.

Jumpy
05-17-2011, 06:38 PM
Apparently, Heaven is a special place for those who enjoy schadenfreude. I remember her. :cool:

FlaGator
05-17-2011, 07:23 PM
Apparently, Heaven is a special place for those who enjoy schadenfreude.

Then you truly lack understanding. No Christian who holds true to the faith wants to see anyone in hell. There is no gloating at the fall of someone who could have had everything by merely believing.

enslaved1
05-18-2011, 05:49 PM
I think it is safe to say that more people have a firm understanding of our cultural religion than those who know, or care, who the wheelchair guy is.

Two points, one, I don't see a whole lot of deep theology trending on Yahoo and bing, where Hawking's story was on the front page, and two, at the risk of thread jacking, I'd argue that the "cultural religion" view is most of the problem Christianity faces today, with that cultural religion being popular ideas about faith like all faiths are basically the same, if I show up a few Sundays a year I'll be fine when I die, I can party Friday and Saturday, just get to confession on Sunday, keeping faith in a little compartment of our lives, ect, ect.