It is strange writing in this blog. I mean, I am writing but I know that no one is reading it - or hardly anyone. My other blog started the same way, but that was a year ago. When one is used to having a semblance of community, it is hard to hear the echos of his voice in an empty room like this. Oh well.

I have yet to hear anyone defeat Pascal's Wager. Skeptics tend to cite that the argument is, indeed, "Pascal's Wager" like it is self-defeating, but I really haven't heard anything that actually deals a death blow to it. Pascal's Wager is like this (paraphrased):

If person "A" does not believe in God, and it turns out that God doesn't exist, then he was correct and nothing happens at death other than nonexistence. However, if "A" does not believe in God, yet God does exist, then "A" may suffer dire circumstances in eternity.

Conversely, if person "B" DOES believe in God, and God does exist, then person "B" may be rewarded in eternity. However, if "B" believes in God, but God does NOT exist, then person "B" gets the same result as person "A", i.e. nothing happens but nonexistence.

So, in this small scenario, it makes no sense to be in the position of person "A" because there is nothing to gain and everything to lose. Person "B", conversely has nothing to lose and everything to gain for being a believer.

Of course there are subsequent issues such as "intellectually believing" may not be enough, or what if person "B" believes in the wrong god, etc., but the root of it is hard to refute.

Labels: apologetics, blog

The title of this blog may appear to be presumptuous, but I don't intend it to come off that way. It is for me to chart MY path. Anything I find true that surfaces here is written with that in mind. It is MY TRUTH. I just happen to believe that real Truth is universal, but I am certainly not telling anyone what they should do or believe. I also think real Truth is a revelation - gift from God. Therefore, The Present Truth is not only the truth I find currently but also submits that it is a present from the Almighty to me.

Quite coincidently, I am starting TPT one year to the day after I started my other blog, Psychosomatic Wit. This blog will concentrate on the spiritual aspects of life while the other could be about anything. There will be times when both blogs will have the same post because, besides a few exceptions, I expect there will be two different groups reading my blogs. Some people will feel uncomfortable reading about this stuff and stay over there. Others will think the PW is a waste of time and consider it unimportant. I also expect some to be offended by what they read here and quit both blogs. I guess I am just going to let the chips fall where they may. I have been needing to post this kind of stuff for a while now, and I guess with this post, there is no turning back.

As I think back on the beginnings of my spiritual life, I go back to age 2 or 3. My oldest sister would load us into her car and take us to a modest baptist church in my hometown. We went every week until she got a job at a burger joint and wrecked church for the rest of us. My mother and father never went to church for their own reasons, but they both believed in God and encouraged the kids to go.

All I can remember from my early church experience is that Jesus loved me. Somehow, as a small child, I grasped that. I even had a grasp of who Jesus was. Thinking back, it seems kind of supernatural because a ton of adult church-goers still do not really understand who He is.

I abandoned Jesus later, but I have this little experience I included here to thank for allowing me to understand what "coming home" actually means.

Labels: childhood, impressions