Yesterday, I started out the morning by attending the Rio Rancho Seventh Day Adventist church. Yesterday’s sermon talked about evidence and knowing. The pastor used this in the context of not needing evidence for God’s existence and that there is plenty of evidence that points to the contrary. He then compared it to being arrested for possession of cocaine- they find cocaine in your car and you know you don’t use it. The evidence shows contrary to what you know. The weakness in this analogy is that the fact, though impossible to prove in court, is that you don’t use cocaine. In the case of God, there is no proof, and by its very nature, God’s existence must be taken on faith.
In the afternoon, I finished reading Lone Survivor, by Marcus Luttrell and Patrick Robinson. It was about Seal Team 10 and Operation Redwing, the largest loss of life in Navy SEAL history. The book highlighted what it took to become a SEAL, and then told of the struggles of Marcus Luttrell in northern Afghanistan (Hindu Kish), after his team’s location had been compromised. When the rescue crew showed up in a helicopter, Taliban fighters brought it down with an RPG. If you think you are having a bad day, you aren’t having a wounded multiple times, many broken bones from falling off cliffs, trying to remain hidden in a hostile land, with little hope of rescue bad day.
In the evening, we had dinner with JoAnna’s parents at Jasmine Thai, and then went to the New Mexico Philharmonic Concert at Popejoy Hall. We were only a few rows back, and it was an excellent performance. They played several selections of Mozart, and they played them perfectly. The musicians even exchanged glances to each other, knowing they had nailed it.
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