HOT TOPIC: God's Nature vs His Character

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In another thread we veered off ending up discussing the Nature of God esepcially His omniscience and omnipotence.

I hold that God is ALL powerful and ALL knowing and He just chooses not to do somethings and to not know certain things when it suits His plans.

The other side of the argument is that there are certain things God cannot do, like sin. That it is not just Him choosing to not sin but that He is completely incapable of sin, that it is an actual limit to His omnipotence and omniscience.

This thread is meant to give all an opportunity to present arguments for either side.

I will begin by posting a few responses to the last few posts of one other poster in the previous thread.

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JeffLogan writes - BTW, I

JeffLogan writes -
BTW, I cannot guess who you mean by "ML" if not Michael_Legna. I do, however, think ML's user name is a scrambling of Michael [the Arch] Angel. Am I correct? If not, it's quite a coincidence.

The "other" ML writes -
I am pretty sure he means Martin Luther. Yes my name is in honor of the Archangel Michael (my confirmation saint) and I spell the last part backwards to express humility in the minor aspect of my participation as a defender of God's will and word. But that is only one out of two on the quiz for you and 50% is failing. :)

Yes, I knew that if it represented Michael the Archangel that it was out of humility that you spelled it backwards. Like Peter who was crucified upside down--To show respect and at the same time unworthiness.

I'm glad you're not my teacher. 50% in my book is a solid C.

A question for you. So many of the most vocal non-Catholic participants have used their true names in this forum. e.g., Myself, Dan, Justin, Mike. Why have the most vocal Catholics chosen to conceal their true identity? e.g., De Maria, JWMCMAC, and Michael_Legna? It almost suggests a desire for anonymity, does it not? Why the shield? Just curious.

Also, very sorry to hear you are going through so much at this time. Now that I have experienced it, caring for someone in the last years of their life is probably the most difficult, and yet the most rewarding, thing I have ever done. And, difficult in so many ways, not just the care required and the long hours. But the pain of experiencing it first hand on a daily basis. And the loss of dignity which finally comes. And to see them rejected and/or mistreated by those who once were their friends. And to see them mistreat those who come to help in death but were never considered good friends in life. But where are those good fiends when they're needed? (SIC, but I am going to let it stand :) ).

You told a bad one on a Protestant woman so I will tell a bad one on a Catholic woman. If it were a Protestant woman I would still tell it. But considering she is Catholic her actions truely startled me.

For over 5 years they sat together in church. Side by side. To all others they seemed to be best of friends. And indeed, by todays standards perhaps they were. But when one of them was dying privately at home needing 24-hour care the other could not be convinced to come stay with her for a few moments so that the caregivers could run out for supplies.

"Well, how long do I have to stay," she asked.

"Oh, at least an hour," explained my wife, "where we need to go is almost 30 minutes away."

"Well, what will I say to her?" replied the reluctant, so-called friend.

"Never mind," replied my wife, indignant at such a response.

I am pretty sure she did, however, come by at some point to serve as Eucharistic minister. But she had no comforting words to share and left immediately after administering the wafer.

Sure, some people find it difficult to speak, especially in times of sorrow. Yet, how can you not speak, not say something comforting, to someone who has only days to live and is suffering so? How can the human heart be so cold that it cannot be touched with the infirmities of others?

Anyway. Can't solve that one myself. But I just wanted to share some of the things I considered most painful during the passing of a loved one. And that would be the lack of true compassion by other humans. Even though we were not blood relative to this woman we dropped our plans (we were planning a trip to California to see my ailing folks) to run to her aid. We didn't even consider saying no. She needed us and we were 3 hours. And 2 of those were driving time. I left church and rushed home and we packed and left. But her family? Well, we could never convince her niece to come stay with her and the grand nieces and nephews were too busy to even come say goodbye! Even her sister-in-law was reluctant to help. But after 8 days of continuous care 2 hours from our home it was time for us to take a break and tend to our own needs. Finally we convince the sister-in-law, who herself is battling cancer and is aged, to come and share in her care. Once she committed herself to the task she faithfully and compassionately performed it. (All Protestant, btw, if that makes you feel better). And then there are those that live in the same complex--a retirement home. They would ask, "How is she," and we would tell them. Eventually, after they had promised to come see her we begin to reply, "Come see for yourself." Having friends stop by was a bright spot in the otherwise depressing days. Every day the patient would ask, "Did any one call?" Of course we knew what she meant. "Does anyone care?" And every day we would have to hesitate to respond trying to find some way to make the slim news sound hopeful and cheerful. To her credit, the niece did make several trips to see her. But each one was tied to some duty which had to be taken care of, like coming to get the jewelry, and to make arrangements to gain access to the money. It needed to be done, but it all seemed to heartless and cold when considered in light of the infrequency of the concerned calls and visits and the excuses given why the children, who had celebrated Christmas with their aunt and received an abundance of gifts, could not come see her now because of this event or that which occupied their time--and, apparently was more important. These are the things which hurt the most, I suppose. That and her lack of desire to live.

So, perhaps I understand in some small way what you might be facing. And, I hope that by sharing I have given you encouragement that this is not something you only must endure. May God give you strength to endure and to be patient. That was something my wife struggled with more than I. Patience! Our patient could not speak but in one word sentences and only then softly. At times it seemed as if she was yelling. The speech was curt. But through not fault of her own. Her vocal cords were affected by the disease. One had to be ever mindful of this to refrain from an impatient reply. It was a real trial for my wife, and at times, for me.

Well, I am full now (From chewing on your ear) so I will close. :)

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