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in truth •  8 years ago 

First of all, don't be so impressed with my Hebrew. It is simply my native language. Also, what your'e saying is not a tall order. It just that it doesn't make sense. The ten commandments are just a text writtem by someone. In fact we know almost for certain who he was. Why should I take it to be the word of god more than anything else written?

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First of all Oren, in my heart God wrote the 10 Commandments, please not just the 10 but also the whole Bible. I know it in my heart, by faith. I assume you are Jewish my friend, my brother. I think you are listening to outer influences (wolves in sheep clothing). If God is talking to you Oren, the Bible, God's word, listening to any other confuses one. Let the Bible speak to you, it's amazing. Trust me you may read 110 psalms and not understand a lic of 109 but that 1 that speaks to you is God talking to you!

I love the Bible very much. It is a wonderful text, full of wisdom and drama. Still, I don't think it is more the word of God than any other brilliant text. God doesn't talk to me from the Bible, but the genious people who wrote it do. And you know what I admire most about them? That they didn't care that they will be unknown.

You must be talking about the prophets all were inspired by God:
Count the number of times it says "the word of the Lord" is used. Your people have suffered emencely, why? Sin!
Deuteronomy 29:29 The secret things belong unto the Lord our God: but those things which are revealed belong unto us and to our children for ever, that we may do all the words of this law.

So the text says about itself, that it's the word of god. That is not too creditable, is it?

it is to me, that is where faith comes in.

How can you be so sure that what you believe is true?

This will be my account of the last 25 years after my visit from God and the introduction of the Holy Spirit into my life:
It all started while listening to the radio in the garage at Oxbow Lane in Lewiston New York. I was listen to a Christian radio program and from what I remember, minding my own business, the narrator on the radio had offered the audience an invitation to accept an offer, a free gift of the acceptance of Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. All of a sudden I felt this overwhelming presence, what turned out to be the Holy Spirit entering my body. Which would be there for the rest of my life.

Believe me, I had no idea at that time, and for a long time thereafter just what had happened to me that night. It would take a long time and a great journey before realizing the importance of that night in my life.

At that time I was around 30 years old. The only reason for giving the age is to have a starting point, the time I started this journal, I am currently 55 years old. I was never a saint, I will never be a saint. After the Holy Spirit entered my body I didn't change much at all. I was never a bad guy, I wasn't good to my body. I smoked, drank and I didn't have a very good mouth (language issues if you can read between the lines).

The only thing I can remember was that I had a great longing to find out as much about God as I could. I felt that the best way of doing this was to purchase a bible and start reading it as much as I could. I can remember reading my first bible cover to cover and to be honest, I didn't get a great deal out of it. I had been raised a catholic but was never a church goer but felt it may be a good idea to start attending service.

At the time, this is still around the same time I accepted the Lords invitation, I was working in the family business that I have worked since I was around 16 years old. At the time I was the general manager and had a great knack for computers. I was approached by a company that developed and sold computers to come on board and work for them. So in September of 1987 I packed up my family and moved to Tampa FL to work for that company.

I don't know why I left the family business and moved, but I think I broke my fathers heart because I was in line to take over once he retired. As it turned out the computer business was very grueling, It was a high pressure sales position and didn't last very long.

I was fortunate to find a position at a magazine wholesale business in Orlando FL so we packed up and moved there in January 1988. This move didn't work out to well for my family and my wife moved back to New York with our two kids. I soon was in a divorce situation and not to long after that, we divorced. That soon took it's toll on me. My work was fine but I longed to be near my kids.

One day while at work I went into the sales reps office to discuss something with one of the reps from as I remember TV Guide, and I had an encounter with in my eyes, one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Her name was Connie. I think she liked me also as we started seeing each other on a friendship basis. I still missed my girls In New York and longed to be close to them.

In January 1989 I moved back to New York to be closer to my daughters. I really missed Connie, and assumed I would never see her again. My girls and I went to my uncles house to visit. My uncle had taken over the family business when my father retired. I went to work for him to help him in the business. We had spent some time there and it was time to go home. As we were leaving, the phone rang and my aunt said the call was for me. I didn't know who it could be because no one knew we were there. I took the phone and it was Connie! I'll be honest I don't know how She got the number. I never told her, I didn't know the number myself. She was calling to make sure I got to New York safely. That was very nice of her and it was the making of a wonderful relationship. The only explanation as to how she got the number was Divine Intervention, there is absolutely no other explanation. I didn't know it but God was already working in my life.

Look, I don't mean to disrespect you or your life experience or your faith. But I hear allot of this “I know in my heart that this is true!”, and I think that this is a very false and dangerous approach to life. So let me tell you a story from my own life that may illustrate why:

Back when I was still doing my army reserve duty, in the signaling forces of the IDF, I was stationed in a base at the north of Israel. Every once in few years, we had a major training drill that was held in the army’s main training areas, in the Negev desert, near the border with Egypt. Our first mission was simply to get all our gear there. It was a 17 hours ride in a long convoy of military trucks that always got delayed for this and that reason. Not much fun.

I remember one in particular, in which we finally got to the training area around 3am. It was a foggy night and everybody were very tired. So after about 17 hours of driving south, when the road turned half a circle and we went north for the last half an hour or so, nobody could notice what was going on. Then we parked and they let us go to sleep for a little, and then it was off to work to essentially setup​ the communication systems of a small city, within few hours. At sunset, our commander, a battle hardened brigadier general, gathered us to an opening talk. “Look at the sunset”, he said, “It looks like the sun is setting in the east, right? Well it is not. It is you who are disoriented. So be careful because before you know it, you can find yourself across the border in Egypt”. Now let me tell you how that felt. I would go out of a tent, and tru to go back to the comm center. It's not that I felt lost. I was very confident that I know the right direction and it took me quite a few steps to realize that I was walking in exactly the opposite direction.

That day I learned that the most untrustworthy thing in the world are one’s own convictions. You see, when you are in the desert, and the view around you is pretty much all the same, with not enough to get you oriented, luck of skepticism will make you ignore even the very few things that can give a clue. But the thing is that being wrong feels like… being right.

So I am not saying that you shouldn't have faith at all, certainly not, but you should also have doubt. IMO, we shouldn't be so sure that what we believe is right… but I'm not that sure about that either.