Joyanna Adams

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Science Leads to God…

Nobody Flashes on a Sunday

All you have to do is just take a small thing like the human body, and how ALL of its parts have to work in such perfect symphony, and then like this man says, add to that the fact that the whole universe goes by the same beautiful coordination, and you must come to the realization that most everything in existence did NOT happen in random accidents.

I love these videos.

Enjoy. And have a great Sunday!

 

 

September 8, 2018 Posted by | Religion, Uncategorized | | Leave a comment

Gerald Schroeder Explains God

Nobody Flashes

I myself am getting a big kick out of all the video’s on YouTube that give regular scientists, and other people a stab at explaining “God.” I hope you are curious, too, like me.

So, here is Gerald Schroeder, a scientist that I’m not familiar with, but he gives a very fun explanation of why the Bible’s version of “God” is scientifically proven.

Richard Feynman would love this guy. Surrounding the Big Bang is…nothing.

And that nothing is…the creator…says Gerald Schroeder. Okay, why not?

Anyway, it’s Sunday. And I say, if God made Gerald Schroeder, we should all ask for more of his fine work.

Enjoy!

October 14, 2017 Posted by | God | , | Leave a comment

The Impossible Pattern Has a Name

Nobody’s Opinion

In the movie Rain Man, Dustin Hoffman plays a autistic savant. In one scene, a box of toothpicks is spilled on the floor, and in just a few seconds, Ray (Dustin’s character) knows the exact amount that are on the floor. He see patterns where others do not.

A dear friend of mine got me to thinking about “patterns” ..and I was wondering: maybe we could try to apply this human ability of seeing patterns to why some people “see” a God, and others do not.

 Bear with me here:

There are patterns in nature, all around us. The embryo of a fetus, resembles the embryo of a star. Music is very mathematical. The spiral patterns of seashells resembles a hurricane.

So, Nobody Suggests that the people that recognize God, see the patterns. People that don’t…just don’t see it. They don’t see God anywhere, therefore, he doesn’t exist. They explain the resemblances to being an evolutionary process, without any cause. They see the patterns as merely coincidences.

But there are coincidences, and there are synchronicities. Synchronicities are not the same as coincidences. For instance, Nobody Thinks about the mathematical impossibilities of certain events, which are mistaken for coincidences.

Nothing can explain some things. Nothing. (Men having nipples for one.)

When I posted that video of the little bird falling down on Josh Williams guitar, (see a few posts back) most everyone who sees that  video..without giving it a second thought…just got a laugh. Well, that event happens all the time, right?

Nope. Ask anyone who has been around birds. Wild birds do NOT sit patiently on the back of guitars and get petted and even sing along. They fly away. You can train birds that have been born in captivity to stand on your hand, even give them commands, but it takes a long time.

Birds by nature, don’t sit and sing on guitars..I had this happen to me once:

One of my dearest friends in high school was a girl named Shelly. After high school, I lost all contact with everyone, but not Shelly. Her parents divorced and she moved with her mother to Los Angeles.

So we wrote letters. For years, and years I would go and visit her in California, and she would come back to St. Louis to see her dad. I could always count on her to be there for me. She was smart, and funny, and looked like a movie star at times.

Then…one very sunny summer day, I walked outside my house, and my beloved very healthy crabapple tree had split in two. There had been no storm. There was no reason at all for it, and since I’m a big tree lover I got very upset about it. An hour later, I got a call from Shelly’s brother in California telling me that a few hours ago, Shelly went into an epileptic fit, and they found a brain tumor…she had only months to live. Now…did these two very unrelated incidences have a connection? Many would say…nope.

The tree broke I had figured out, at probably the exact time that Shelly had been knocked into her coma. You got it. I watched that tree. It didn’t die, and neither did Shelly. She lived, for nine years more. In my mind the “coincidence” of the tree and Shelly being “harmed” at the same time was just too impossible to imagine.  Somehow, they seemed connected. 

Shelly didn’t exactly have the best life—she got into drugs, prostitution, and later married and divorced, so when she came down with a brain tumor in her late thirties, I was devastated.

She kept her usual sunny attitude throughout the whole thing.

When Shelly came back to St. Louis to die,  I got to spend some time with her…and when she was on her deathbed, I told her how beautiful she was, and I said, “Shelly…send me a sign, okay? Send me a sign.” She smiled, and looked at me..but I’m not sure that she heard me.

The day after her death I had gone to my local florist to send flowers to her funeral, and I was telling two shop ladies (who were mother an daughter) about my friend. “Can you make it a big bouquet of all red flowers?” I said. “You see, my friend Shelly was a diehard fan of the St. Louis Cardinals.  She lived her days by Cardinal Baseball.” 

The two ladies taking my orders were fascinated by the story of my friend, and then, one of them just started…screaming.

“Oh my god…it’s a bird!”

Sure enough, they had left the back door of the store open, and in flew a bird from all the way to the front of the store.

It wasn’t just any bird. It was a bright red Cardinal.

While these two women were panicking, I went over and saw the bird was on the floor. I put my hand down and it …hopped right up into my hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do–like I was its best friend.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I said..”Look! Isn’t he beautiful? It’s a cardinal!”

I held the bird in my open palm now…and the ladies gathered around me..believe it or not still scared of it. So, after about ten  minutes of talking to it, and trying to calm THEM down.. I said, ” Well, I’m going to take it out back.”

That bird stayed in my hand as I walked out the back door, which was not exactly a short walk.

Outside there was a huge lawn of grass with just one tree.  I didn’t want to put in down on the ground for fear of cats. So I went up to the lowest branch of the tree, and held it up trying to get it to hop off… and…the darn bird would not get off my hand.

I thought this was just too strange. I could tell it wasn’t “shocked.” I’ve had parakeets my whole life, so birds are no stranger to me. By this time I started talking to it.

“Oh…Shelly. Well, this is just like you. Now, that’s what I call a good sign! Really Shelly, you’re a pip! “
Call me crazy, but I thought that little bird was my “sign” from Shelly who was sending me a sign just like I asked.  How could I not recognize: A Cardinal, jumping on my hand in a flower shop while I was buying red flowers for her? When I saw that video of Josh Williams’, I saw the same pattern.
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” Okay Shelly good one, but come on, I can’t take you home.”

I tried putting him on the grass. By this time, a good thirty minutes had passed and my mother was waiting for me in the car with the dogs. I pushed the bird onto the grass, and it was still standing there looking at me as I walked around the store to the parking lot. I must admit, I thought about taking it home.

I told my mother about the incident, and got worried. What if that bird did not fly away? So, I went back to the spot where I had left it…it was gone.

At Shelly funeral the next day, there, at her head was my big beautiful bouquet of red carnations.  In the mist of about fifty bouquets, the flower ladies had done me proud. It was perfect.

Now..I know this sounds simplistic. But the odds of a red bird flying into a store and getting on the palm of my hand and staying there, while I was ordering flowers for my friend, are about 10 trillion to one.

So, what in nature could there possible be that would prove to the living that some form of life goes on after death? Was that from a “God?” Or was that, which was too mathematically impossible— just a coincidence?

The question of a higher power that cannot be seen has been on the minds of philosophers since man began–still the earth is filled with more people that see the patterns of “god” then ones that do not.

You don’t have to be a savant to recognize the “patterns” of god. In fact, in “Philosophy for Dummies” the author Tom Morris, whose book proves to you that he knows just about as much as the search for god, through our brightest minds in history, makes up his own mind…

At the end of the book, he presents all the great mind’s contemplations, and comes to his own conclusion from a pattern he sees in his own daughter. A sign. And he presents this quote:

If a tree falls in a forest and there is no one around to hear it, does it make a sound?

Evolution are patterns of God. Just a small part of God’s many trees…God’s tree fall in the forest every day…but some just don’t hear them.

Some of history’s most intelligent men believed in God:  Einstein, Edison…and even Darwin. Our eyes limit what we can see: Nobody can see God..but if no one is around to hear him, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist does it? 

Nobody Thinks he exists in the synchronicities all around us…all you have to do is…see the patterns…The Rain Man knows…they are there.

February 13, 2012 Posted by | Life | , , , | 1 Comment

Knocking on the Atheist’s Door

Nobody’s Fool

“No John, ” I said to my friend as he was lying in the hospital bed. “You would be surprised to know that I’m not in disagreement with you…it’s just that, religion brings great comfort to so many people…you must know that?”

My 73-year-old very liberal friend, John, was getting so upset, that the beeper on the machine that was hooked up to his arms, started beeping. John shouted,  “That’s annoying!”and pushed the button hard with his fist to call the nurse. He had surgery the day before to replace a kneecap.

Add that knee surgery to his past triple bypass, gallbladder removal, prostate cancer, and diabetes, and you have a man who is not exactly in good shape.

But when he looks in the mirror, he sees a vibrant young stud. Always will. And I have NO idea how he pulls off that little trick. To me, he looks just this side of George Burns without the sense of humor.

You see, John had never gotten married, because, he …loved sex. Hooked on it in fact. When we first met(at a library computer class) he would brag about his past and all he would talk about was…sex…how many thousands of girls he had…bedded. He was 60 at the time. It was driving him crazy that it was getting harder and harder for him to pick up the usual two or three women he was accustomed to. To him, the good old days of four girls a night were heaven.

 To me, he was just a very lonely old soul. No wife, no children,…and he sold water faucets. Traveling salesman. Spending his life in cars. I would have crashed myself long ago into a ditch if I had been him, but he liked it. I can only imagine what he spent his money on, because all he had to show for his single life was a nice car and a condo.

I hadn’t seen him in ten years and within five minutes I was already getting lectured on the “weak” minded people who believe in god. Those people, like that damn Jerry Falwell, they have ruined the world..he said.

John is a very proud atheist. To him, anyone who believes in God is not as brilliant, or as strong as he is.

Strong was the word he used, and it was how he felt about himself.

“Well, Obama today is talking about God.”I said. “The Democrats are ALWAYS preaching in Churches.” Okay, I shouldn’t have said that. John is a liberal, and I was just about to find out…how he started down the path of how he became his wonderful enlightened liberal self.

It was in high school. He was only fifteen and he basically broke his virginity with a sixteen-year -old foreign exchange student from Sweden. It was there he learned how to look at the world. She taught him that what he was raised to believe in, was bull. This lead him to a life of hedonism that served the one purpose…himself, and his sexual needs.

Even though I have not seen John since I met him so long ago,he would write me emails telling me how lonely he was…searching for a woman. I had no illusions about it, his body was falling apart and there was no one to take care of him in his old age. John, was realizing that he needed someone to grow old with. 

He showed me a picture of his new Swedish girlfriend. She was a doctor, 62 years old. He had met her online, and she was in great shape and by all accounts a beautiful woman.

He even had a picture of her when she was sixteen. There was one picture that was not exactly the best, and it galled me when he said, “Oh..that’s a terrible picture.”

That’s a godless man for you. Ugly old man, making a remark about a sixty -year old beautiful face.

You see, John had never gotten married, because, he …loved sex. Hooked on it in fact. When we first met he would brag about his past and all he would talk about was…sex. He was 60 at the time.

And now, he finally found someone.

“She was just screwing around with me when she got my email.” he said. “I told her I knew her little village well, and she didn’t believe me. She thought I was lying.”

But for once in his lying life, John wasn’t lying. I can only imagine the hundreds of past trailing tears laying ribbons of despair after John was sexually through with them. When I reminded him that he must have lied in his life with so many girls, he said that was in the 70’s: Everybody lied.

Evidently this woman had been lied to, and was careful with her heart. John was truly surprised that she didn’t trust men.

“Oh..so people actually LIE in Sweden too” I said? “Is there an epidemic of lying that we don’t know about?” Insinuating that in his European utopia, people weren’t perfect.

John doesn’t get my sense of humor.

“Well John, I think there is some higher power.” I said, “Because there are things in this life, miracles if you wish to call them, that happen every single day and mathematically speaking, the odds are against it..without something else causing it.”

“For instance, what are the odds, that you would meet the perfect woman for you? One who doesn’t want to get married (he hates the institution)—who lives in the most beautiful town in the world, that you loved as a soldier, in a country which has high taxes (he thinks we need to be taxed more) who has perfect breasts (so important to him) and body. She’s your idea of the perfect blond, and on top of all that, she’s a doctor! You are in such bad shape, you’d be lucky to get a nurse for a girlfriend, but a doctor?”

“What are the odds that just by chance you would met this doctor on the internet?”

Well, I may not know calculus, but It doesn’t take much of a brain to see that the odds are like 1 million to 1, and if you saw John, you’d say, I was short a few billion.

To me, this selfish, moronic, and pathetic lonely soul lying in this bed was sent a miracle today by God. A real woman to finally love him in his old age. God is giving John one last chance of happiness. He should hurry as fast as a plane can carry him and go get this woman, and live his days out as a happy liberal in Sweden.

BUT…she has a son.

“Personally, I think he should not be living with her, after all, he’s 21.”

John, doesn’t really want the 21 year old around.

There you go.

God knocks on many doors…and some just don’t care to hear it.  Will John open door number One? Or door number two?

 I’ll let you know.

November 3, 2011 Posted by | American Culture, Uncategorized | , , , , , | 6 Comments

   

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