Atheist

[mojam]

Interesting story ... read on.

 

There was a professor of philosophy who was a deeply committed > atheist.

 

His primary goal for one required class was to spend the entire semester attempting to prove that God couldn't exist.

 

His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic.

 

For twenty years, he had taught this class and no one had ever had the courage to go against him. Sure, some had argued in class at times, but no one had ever really gone against him because of his reputation.

 

At the end of every semester on the last day, he would say to his class of 300 students, "If there is anyone here who still believes in God, stand up!"

 

In twenty years, no one had ever stood up. They knew what he was going to do next. He would say, "Because anyone who believes in God is a fool. If God existed, he could stop this piece of chalk from hitting the ground and breaking. Such a simple task to prove that He is God, and yet He can't do it." And every year, he would drop the chalk onto the tile floor of the > classroom and it would shatter into a hundred pieces. All of the > students would do nothing but stop and stare.

 

Most of the students thought that God couldn't exist. Certainly, a > number of Christians had slipped through, but for 20 years, they had > been too afraid to stand up.

 

Well, a few years ago there was a freshman who happened to enroll. He was a muslim, and had heard the stories about his professor. He was required to take the class for his major, and he was afraid. But for three months that semester, he prayed every morning that he would have the courage to stand up no matter what the professor said, or what the class thought. Nothing they said could ever shatter his faith...he hoped. Finally, the day came. The professor said, "If there is anyone here who still believes in God, stand up!" The professor and the class of 300 people looked at him, shocked, as he stood up at the back of the classroom. The professor shouted, "You FOOL!!! If God existed, he would keep this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground!" He proceeded to drop the chalk, but as he did, it slipped out of his fingers, off his shirt cuff, onto the pleat of his pants, down his leg, and off his shoe. As it hit the ground, it simply rolled away unbroken. The professor's jaw dropped as he stared at the chalk. He looked up at the young man, and then ran out of the lecture hall. The young man who had stood, proceeded to walk to the front of the room and shared his faith in Islam for the next half hour. 300 students stayed and listened as he told of Allah's love for them and to be the followers Of our beloved prophet Mohammed (saw).

[Nur]

Mojam

 

Great story!

 

I heard a similar one , a professor taught little students that:

 

"do you see this chalk"

 

they answered "yes"

 

The Prof then said " the chalk exists'

 

Then the Professor asked the class again " can you see God"

 

Students replied "No"

 

The prof concluded " Therefore God does not exist"

 

 

A young student then stood up and asked the class

 

" Do you all see the professor"

 

The class answered " Yes"

 

The student replied " The profesor exists"

 

 

Then the student asked again " Do you see his intelligence"

 

The class responded " No"

 

 

The student concluded " Therefore, the proffessor has no intellignece"

 

 

Nur

[Warrior of Light]

Gotta similar one posted it on interesting articles .

God and the Professor of Philosophy

 

"LET ME EXPLAIN THE problem science has with God."

The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and

then asks one of his new students to stand.

 

"You're a (Submitter), Muslim, aren't you, son?"

 

"Yes, sir."

 

"So you believe in God?"

 

"Absolutely."

 

"Is God good?"

 

"Sure! God's good."

 

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

 

"Yes."

 

The professor grins knowingly and considers for a moment.

"Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you

can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"

 

"Yes sir, I would."

 

"So you're good...!"

 

"I always do my best to be a good human being , Sir."

 

" You would help a sick and maimed person if you

could ...in fact most of us would if we could... God doesn't."

 

[No answer.]

 

"He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Muslim (Submitter) who died of cancer

even though he prayed to God to heal him. How is this God good? Hmmm?

Can you answer that one?"

 

[No answer]

 

The elderly man is sympathetic. "No, you can't, can you?"

He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student

time to relax. In philosophy, you have to go easy with the new ones.

 

"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"

 

"Er... Yes."

 

"Is Satan good?"

 

"No."

 

"Where does Satan come from?"

 

The student falters. "From... God..."

 

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he?"

 

The elderly man runs his bony fingers through his thinning hair and

| turns to the smirking, student audience.

 

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun this semester, ladies and gentlemen."

 

He turns back to the Muslim. "Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

 

"Yes, sir."

 

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? Did God make everything?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Who created evil?"

 

[No answer]

 

"Is there sickness in this world? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All

the terrible things - do they exist in this world?"

 

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

 

"Who created them?"

 

[No answer]

 

The professor suddenly shouts at his student.

 

"WHO CREATED THEM? TELL ME, PLEASE!"

 

The professor closes in for the kill and climbs into the Muslim's face.

 

In a still small voice: "God created all evil, didn't He, son?"

 

[No answer]

 

The student tries to hold the steady, experienced gaze and fails.

Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom

like an aging panther. The class is mesmerised.

 

"Tell me," he continues, "How is it that this God is good if He

created all evil throughout all time?"

 

The professor swishes his arms around to encompass the wickedness of

the world.

 

"All the hatred, the brutality, all the pain, all the torture, all the

death and ugliness and all the suffering created by this good God

is all over the world, isn't it, young man?"

 

[No answer]

 

"Don't you see it all over the place? Huh?" [Pause].

 

"Don't you?" The professor leans into the student's face again and whispers,

 

"Is God good?"

 

[No answer]

 

"Do you believe in God, son?"

 

The student's voice betrays him and cracks.

 

"Yes, professor. I do."

 

The old man shakes his head sadly. "Science says you have five

senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. You have

never seen God, Have you? "

 

"No, sir. I've never seen Him."

 

"Then tell us if you've ever heard you God?"

 

 

"No, sir. I have not."

 

"Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God or smelt your

God...in fact, do you have any sensory perception of your God whatsoever?"

 

[No answer]

 

"Answer me, please."

 

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

 

"You're AFRAID... you haven't?"

 

"No, sir."

 

"Yet you still believe in him?"

 

"...yes..."

 

"That takes FAITH!" The professor smiles sagely at the underling.

 

"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable

protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son? Where is

your God now?"

 

[The student doesn't answer]

 

"Sit down, please."

 

The Muslim sits...Defeated.

 

 

Another Muslim (Submitter) raises his hand. "Professor, may I address the class?"

 

The professor turns and smiles. "Ah, another Submitter (Muslim) in the vanguard!

 

Come, come, young man. Speak some proper wisdom to the gathering."

 

The submitter looks around the room. "Some interesting points you are

making, sir. Now I've got a question for you. Is there such thing as heat?"

 

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

 

"Is there such a thing as cold?"

 

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

 

"No, sir, there isn't."

 

The professor's grin freezes. The room suddenly goes very cold.

 

The second submitter (Muslim) continues.

 

"You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat,

white heat, a little heat or no heat but we don't have anything

called 'cold'. We can hit 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we

can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold,

otherwise we would be able to go colder than 458 - - You see, sir,

cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We

cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is

energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."

 

Silence. A pin drops somewhere in the classroom.

 

"Is there such a thing as darkness, professor?"

 

"That's a dumb question, son. What is night if it isn't darkness?

What are you getting at...?"

 

"So you say there is such a thing as darkness?"

 

"Yes..."

 

"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something, it is the

absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light,

flashing light but if you have no light constantly you have nothing

and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to

define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would

be able to make darkness darker and give me a jar of it. Can

you...give me a jar of darker darkness, professor?"

 

Despite himself, the professor smiles at the young effrontery

before him. This will indeed be a good semester...

 

"Would you mind telling us what your point is, young man?"

 

"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed

to start with and so your conclusion must be in error...."

 

The professor goes toxic. "Flawed...? How dare you...!""

 

"Sir, may I explain what I mean?"

 

The class is all ears.

 

"Explain... oh, explain..." The professor makes an admirable effort

to regain control. Suddenly he is affability itself. He waves his hand

to silence the class, for the student to continue.

 

"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains.

 

"That for example there is life and then there's death; a good God

and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite,

something we can measure. Sir, science cannot even explain a thought.

It uses electricity and magnetism but has never seen, much less

fully understand them. To view death as the opposite of life is to be

ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.

Death is not the opposite of life, merely the absence of it."

 

The young man holds up a newspaper he takes from the desk of a

neighbour who has been reading it.

 

"Here is one of the most disgusting tabloids this country hosts,

professor. Is there such a thing as immorality?"

 

"Of course there is, now look..."

 

"Wrong again, sir. You see, immorality is merely the absence of

morality. Is there such thing as injustice? No. Injustice is the

absence of justice. Is there such a thing as evil?"

 

The submitter student pauses.

 

"Isn't evil the absence of good?"

 

The professor's face has turned an alarming color. He is so angry

he is temporarily speechless.

 

The student continues. "If there is evil in the world, professor,

and we all agree there is, then God, if he exists, must be

accomplishing a work through the agency of evil. What is that work God is

accomplishing? Islam which means Submission to the will of God , tells us it is to

see if each one of us will, choose good over evil."

 

The professor bridles. "As a philosophical scientist, I don't vie this

matter as having anything to do with any choice; as a realist, I

absolutely do not recognize the concept of God or any other

theological factor as being part of the world equation because God

is not observable."

 

"I would have thought that the absence of God's moral code in this

world is probably one of the most observable phenomena going,"

the student replies.

 

"Newspapers make billions of dollars reporting it every week! Tell

me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"

 

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man,

yes, of course I do."

 

"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"

 

The professor makes a sucking sound with his teeth and gives his

student a silent, stony stare.

 

"Professor. Since no-one has ever observed the process of evolution

at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going

endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a

scientist, but a priest?"

 

"I will overlook your impudence in the light of our philosophical debate."

 

"So you don't accept God's moral code to do ... what is righteous?"

 

"I believe in what is - that's science!"

 

"Ahh! SCIENCE!" the student's face splits into a grin.

 

"Sir, you rightly state that science is the study of observed

phenomena. Science too is a premise which is flawed..."

 

"SCIENCE IS FLAWED..?" the professor splutters. The class is in

uproar.

 

The student remains standing until the commotion has subsided.

 

"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student,

may I give you an example of what I mean?"

 

The professor wisely keeps silent. The student looks around the room.

 

"Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen air, Oxygen,

molecules, atoms, the professor's brain?"

 

The class breaks out in laughter. The Muslim points towards his

elderly, crumbling tutor.

 

"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain...

felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain?"

 

No one appears to have done so. The submitter student shakes his head sadly.

 

"It appears no-one here has had any sensory perception of the

professor's brain whatsoever. Well, according to the rules of

empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science, I DECLARE that

the professor has no brain."