There is no denying the fact that God’s tentative grace is bestowed upon the humans who are very much curious to absorb in supplication. "Set apart this stipulation, beloved Lord," George Fox and Phil Smith had articulated sympathetically into the microphone, "and inadequacy will grab hold of delivery of it in the spirit in which some one gave it to some body." They are being university professors of self-confident about their faiths and achievements stated that the Christians seated around the banquet tables in the large student union had their heads bowed deferentially while the nonbelievers, lost in their own thoughts, waited patiently for the thanksgiving prayer to finish. Their eyes were closed up tight, his squint embellished by his chunky glasses. When he had completed his supplication, a choral group of deep "amen’s" echoed from induction to end the large hall. Now that the food had been hallowed, the attendees at the Society of Philosophers were ready to march up to the buffet table and eagerly partake of their fair share. Here, between theist and agnostic thinkers from all parts of the globe, opportunist philosophical arguments and debates would begin to take shape. Amidst the clank of utensil on plate after everyone had been dished up their food, tête-à-tête hastily crooked back to idealistic talk of space and time, the veridicality of credence in God, Darwinian point of view from malevolence, and whether or not so and so will as a final point stop working from training relevant to the particular time frame.. Somewhere off in a corner an apprentice participated a heavy-eyed piece of music on a majestic piano. At one table, Peter Forrest hailing from Australia resumed a topic near and dear to his heart: the disambiguation of time. "The transcendentalist doesn't in fact get higher," he asserted while holding his hand out flat and unhurriedly raising it up to impersonate the yogi's feat. "Instead," Forrest unremitting, "he loses the differentiation connecting the typical means of access of time and the submissive sequential order in which the flow of time seems to slow to a crawl." A graduate student next to him who had been carefully listening frowned. Forrest seemed energized by this skepticism and his grin spread wider on his face while his brown tangled hair bounced wildly. Clearly, Forrest was happiest when the subject gravitated toward A- and B-theories of time and whether or not time passes in discrete units or was rather like Plato's "moving image of eternity."
Subsequently, all and sundry had earnestly frenzied the baked salmon and cheesecake, Paul K. Moser, Professor of Philosophy at Loyola University, discharged the keynote address. However, to his shame he initiated that one thing kept distracting him from his interesting presentation. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but notice that Moser bore a striking resemblance to the popular portrayals of Jesus Christ. From his shoulder-length brown hair, to his sparkling eyes, long thin nose, and carefully trimmed beard, I would have believed the chef were he to tell me that Moser himself divided just two salmon into two hundred for our banquet that night. Moser's talk was passionate and he was obviously in command of his material. He argued that to seek propositional belief that God exists was tantamount to idolatry because it seeks the knowledge of God rather than a relationship with God. "For our own good," Moser said, "we are not in charge of God or of available evidence for God. We must know God as Reconciling Lord of our lives, given God's redemptive program."