UPDATE 11/19/2014: Now the offender described below isn't the only person to break this rule. Back in October, John Weeks (who since changed his G+ profile to the pseudonym "mr pervert [sic]") actually had the nerve to post an ad hominem comment. Only in this case, not only was it a profanity-laced personal attack, it also was directed in an openly blasphemous manner (i.e. toward the God I worship) in a deliberate attempt at blatant irrationality. Little does this guy realize, just like Tanner, he's only making himself look like an idiot by using those ad hominem attacks and posting (impossible to carry out, at that) profanity-laced threats with blasphemous overtones.
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Normally I don't call out people's names, but this name is one of particular interest: As many of you have heard, I successfully got YouVersion's Android app working on my Chromebook... and, of course, posted about it. This morning. A full 8 hours ago. After the whole day was nearly spent and it was almost midnight, some atheist bigot by the name of Tanner Hoyt (possibly a college student from the UK ― go figure) commented on that post in an attempt to start a fight. Well, no surprise: He couldn't even say one sentence without using a profane word to describe my accomplishment. So, I responded with copied text from this post along with a link to it. Again, no dice: A second reply was made, and this time, the entire paragraph he posted was literally 50% profanity... and ironically enough, the last words of this comment, directed towards a person whose vocabulary is 10 times as educated as his, was "get an education." Get the hypocritical picture here?
That right there is probably the single worst example of atheist hypocrisy I can possibly use. Do educated people use profanity? EVER? No. Profanity is from the streets, not from science or academia. What scientists and professors use are large, complex words and acronyms like the ones I often, if not always, use. We're talking about some gang-banger here who has the nerve to call someone out, and seeing this guy's profanity, you can be darn sure I was laughing my head off at him the whole time. Had this guy been using the same common sense that academics and scientists actually use, well, this discussion would have never gotten to the point of blocking. Anyhow, that's just what happened: those atheists who call people fools and yet hypocritically act immaturely, using street language instead of academic language, are those who are, when they cross my path, most likely to get reported to Google, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and just about every other social network I have an account on as hate speech accounts. So, it's done. Problem solved.
Then again, even if this idiot is banned from every social network in the world, well, he's still the same person. He kept calling the Holy Spirit this "imaginary deity" in a circular fashion (ah, circular reasoning... another thing academic atheists call fallacious, and yet look at this idiocy) and of course lacing those statements with more profanity to make himself look even more immature. While the Judeo-Christian God certainly cannot be seen nor heard, you can be 100% sure, from personal experience, His presence can be felt. I had just such an experience with fellow believers on a church retreat this past summer.
Saturday, June 28, 2014. Big Bear Lake, CA. Activity: Action Zipline. This was my first time being on any ziplining adventure... and of course, being a first-timer, I was indeed freaking out. There was a sway bridge at the top, with planks spaced 6 inches apart, draped 200 feet above the already 9000-foot-high mountain slope, that was indeed enough to freak anyone out... but of course, that was the least of my worries. The only brakes we had, for slowing down so we don't crash into the poles when we transitioned from one platform to the next, were a pair of thick leather gloves. Tap too lightly and you won't stop in time. Tap (or grab) too hard, and you come to an abrupt stop so quickly that your arm feels like it's coming off. It was risky business, and of course, it was enough to freak any first-timer out. So, wait, what went on? Instead of getting too agitated, I began to pray.
That's when everything changed: The minute, the MINUTE I started praying, a slight breeze began to blow. Hello! If this were only a "natural" breeze without any divine intervention, the wind would have free reign to blow whenever it felt like it. Instead, here's the key point: it was blowing as I was praying! The fact that I pray and as my prayer is being said, the wind happily dances to my prayer's tune cannot possibly be mere coincidence, not in the least bit. In the Pentecost story (Acts 2:1-4), before any "tongues of fire" appear, there's that very same phenomenon: a wind picks up. It's far more violent in that account, but it's still the same thing: that wind, that's the very presence of the Holy Spirit comforting me in that environment of fear as I was praying. If it weren't for that soft, gentle, divine whisper of encouragement, which motivated me to finish the job, it's likely I wouldn't have made it down without needing to be airlifted. Well, all I've got to say is, thank the Father, thank the Son, and thank the Holy Spirit that it didn't get that far.
As another example, during the winter of 2011-12, there was a time when I was in a similarly wild area: a two-lane road, which happened to pass right near the Serrano Creek wilderness trail in Lake Forest, CA. I was living in an apartment complex very close to the wildland-urban interface at the time (didn't move to Mission Viejo until the following fall), and to walk to the OCTA bus stop to go to school, I had to walk down a stretch of that two-lane road that runs right through a section of the protected wilderness area that Serrano Creek runs through. That winter, however, I was being given mixed messages about the educational situation I was in, and the only thing I could do at the time was pray about it as I walked. So I did.
As I was praying, I must admit, I tried my absolute hardest not to break down in tears, being a guy (and as the whole "philosophy of the world", as my pastor puts it, says, men never cry... ah, but then again, Jesus sure did, and that tends to throw that claim right out the window), yet still came dangerously close to doing so. Well, suddenly, those tears of sorrow were about to become tears of joy. Why? What I was praying for was guidance. I was praying out of gratitude, that because of Him, I wasn't that angry, emotional short-fuse I used to be... and as soon as those tears of joy came out, so too did the rain fall.
Again, there's a pattern here: if the God I was praying to wasn't real, would He be crying those same tears of joy that I was? No! Yet that's exactly what was happening. It was Romans 12:15 in action... from the divine perspective, of course. And as I continued to rejoice and those tears of joy continued to come out, the rain fell harder, and harder, and harder, until suddenly it became an outright downpour of this water from the heavens. Eventually, this downpour, which I was constantly rejoicing in, knowing that it was indeed divine intervention that was causing it, got so powerful that it caused some mud to slide down the hill behind me... at which point I was already high up the hill, almost at the bus stop, and of course, the rain let up as I got on the bus... so when I finally got back home, the mudslide failed to cross the road, and thus failed to cause any road hazards. It was a never-ending feedback of this awesome experience of feeling the presence of the God that the atheists would rather deny than experience for themselves. Talk about missing out on what true fun really is.
That brings us right back to the profanity. I can talk about these experiences, why? Because they are indeed ones I had first-hand. And notice how I don't use a single shred of profanity to describe the atheists the way they describe the God I worship? By abstaining from profanity use and resorting to the off-the-chart vocabulary, which was at college-level when I was a mere freshman in high school, I am not only claiming to be more educated than the person I'm arguing with, but also, here's the key, acting just as professional as I claim to be. I, along with nearly all truly moral Christians, clearly have an advantage over these immature bigots, by actually walking the walk in the argument and setting an example of how an educated person should act. That's something that someone who uses profanity-laced ad hominem attacking someone's perceived education level can absolutely never do. So, let's ignore, block, and report them, shall we? They're absolutely not worth the trouble... even if they end up rotting in hell because of the trouble they often put us through.
Speaking of hell, there was an atheist of the same type as Tanner ― you know, that immature, dirty-mouthed type ― who, according to a near-death experience that he claims he had, literally went to hell and back. His name? Howard Storm, a graduate art professor, and, yes, devout atheist. He was a man who was always willing to let his anger get the better of him instead of learn how to control it... and being an atheist, he thought he could make up whatever morals he wanted to. Then, he took a trip to Paris in 1985. He downed a bunch of alcohol and food, and what did he end up with? A gastrointestinal perforation, spilling stomach acid into his abdominal cavity, that ended up making him temporarily flatline. He claims he felt his spirit literally lifting away from his body, and, perhaps most significantly, he claims he saw the body that he was being pulled away from, along with his crying ex-wife next to his bed. Then, he claims to have heard voices calling his name. They kept calling him forth, and he thought they were surgeons... but there was no surgery; all they got to was a cold, damp space, and he refused. That's when he claims there was a hellishly multiplied version of an MS-13 initiation ritual: biting, kicking, punching, every possible attack from all sides that he could have imagined... until he thought back to his childhood, and prayed.
Suddenly, he claims a bright beam of light dispersed those demonic attacking beings, and in an instant, he begins to get a lesson. He claims to have gone on to meet Him who he prayed to, and claims that guardian angels began to reveal to him that his achievements on Earth meant absolutely nothing. He was, according to his claims, commanded to go back and change people's lives and love them unconditionally. Suddenly, he ended up back in the hospital bed, alive and well... literally almost the equivalent of a modern-day resurrection story. Well, I've got news for those who direct anger at Christians: Do you want to end up in hell like Professor Storm? No? Then get your act together. Because dirty mouths directed against Christians in an ad hominem fashion deserve dirty punishment.